Hearts, continued

Sorry, I apparently forgot to comment on the Card Catalog Poetry Project in my previous blog post. So, quickly: the entries by Robin Harris consist of four short free-verse poems written on catalog cards. Some refer to the books indexed on the card while others are more concerned with the melancholy nostalgia involved in trading in file cabinets for computer files. To be honest, I couldn't quite decipher her handwriting on number 3, and having never used actual cards in my library work, didn't identify much with the sentiment. Harris does seem to have a gift for growing imagery out of a sparse crop of words, however. What I really want to know is what the multi-colored recycling stamps mean, though.