"Lament to a Bookbinder" - dedicated to my wonderfully patient clients everywhere.

I would like to thank and attribute this charming traditional binding tale to Beth Heller, Conservator in Denver.  I hope you enjoy it, with a giggle, and not too much trepidation ;)


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"In 2003, this was posted in the Book Arts List. Bieler Press has printed a broadside Bieler Press printed a broadside of Non Libri Sed Liberi , known as the Lament To A Bookbinder, from Kenneth Grahame's essay of the same title (from The Pagan Papers, 1898)

Writing in 1898 Kenneth Grahame noted that:
“As a general rule, the man in the habit of murdering bookbinders, though he performs a distinct service to society, only wastes his own time and takes no personal advantage”
In 1904 Grahame expanded on that thought, perhaps because some book had still not been completed/delivered

“Not in that he bindeth books –
for the fair binding is the final crown
and flower of painful achievement –

but because he bindeth not:
because the weary weeks lapse by and turn to months,
and the months to years,
and still the binder bindeth not:

and the heart grows sick with hope deferred.
Each morn the maiden binds her hair,
each spring the honeysuckle binds the cottage porch,
each autumn the harvester binds his sheaves,
each winter the iron frost binds lake and stream,
and still the binder
bindeth
not.


Then a secret voice whispereth:
‘Arise, be a man, and slay him! Take him grossly,
full of bread, with all his crimes broadblown as flush as May;
at gaming,

swearing,
or about some act that hath no resish of salvation in it!’
But when the deed is done, and the floor strewn with fragments of binder -
still the books remain unbound…”

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And Beth's reply:
The BookBinder Cometh
in her good time
Be ye faithful and rest
knowing the Muse guides
the binding hand
Should not a work of excellence
be worth the wait,
even as the maiden’s hair does grey,
and winter’s frost deepen?
As Seasons do they turn
so coins turn, from palm to palm
golden in the sun,
and When they drop
from thy purse
as apples drop in
bountiful harvest
Know thy book will
be come to thee.
Tell me not of your
overwrought spending,
when I spend bone and
finger and breath
without recompense
for your Reward.
As for slaying,
that choice be mine
for the frequency with which
seeking boots cross
the threshhold
Beware, for sharpened knives
rest atop my bench.
I would as soon slit flesh
than paper.
Begone, beggar,
and return when you
are sent for.
(beth heller, 2003)
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{giggle}


Comments

  1. I'm glad you enjoyed it - and nice to meet you!

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  2. It is really great post. Great information about bookbinding. Thank you for sharing this wonderful essays post.

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