Ken Stone: Mountain Books
Mountain Books
Unwise in retrospect, our short cut
from Moonan Flat was via Barrington Tops,
its road with gearshift gradient and hovering views.
Melvil Dewey would have been appalled
at our car-boot’s disarrayed titles,
but we were moving house by increment.
A dozen outdated encyclopaedias
crowded the spare tyre,
while Descartes and Hume endured
under copies of Gardening Australia.
(This was no time for metaphysics.)
Middlemarch came along—
(we hardly had need of ballast).
Steinbeck enjoyed the dispossession of it all,
and Hemingway was there; Death in the Afternoon
portentous where windscreen gnats yielded to sleet.
This was high country of sudden change,
sleet turning to snow—and the inevitable puncture.
In five minutes books were on gravel, and snowflakes
settled upon Emily Bronte.
Snow further abstracted The Art of Georges Braque,
and mimicked flung cream across
Albert Bermel’s Definitive Account of Farce.
It obliterated the billet of timber recycled as Wordsworth.
On Barrington it takes no time for books
to entomb in snow. Even in summer
the road can become crisp parchment
recording and nullifying hieroglyphs
of currawongs and crows.
I repacked our books as clouds slumped,
and I had to be forgiven for mud smudging
The Story of Craft, and for Jane Austen aghast—
shimmying in dankness with Hemingway.
The encyclopaedias were left at the roadside.
Their knowledge ceased at 1960 and it seemed fitting
they be buried under page upon page
of gently wordless snow.
Ken Stone
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