1983 (age 13) was a crazy year for me, reading wise. The previous year I’d discovered The Lord of the Rings trilogy in the school library two days after my birthday. [A poem has already been written about this, though it might be cannibalised/expanded to fit the format of these Lawrence’s Maxim poems. Potentially interesting aside: I actually read the trilogy before The Hobbit not realising they were connected.]
That year I also dove headlong into fantasy in a big way. The Belgariad, The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, Pratchett’s first Discworld, The Colour of Magic, The original Shannara Trilogy, The Mists of Avalon, The Neverending Story with its coloured text, Mary Stewart’s Arthurian Saga, the first 4 or 5 L. Frank Baum Oz books, Watership Down & Duncton Wood, Prince Ombra, Ursula K. Le Guin’s Earthsea series, The Books of the Isle series & countless others in that & subsequent years. Many (if not most) of these books I still own.
And the book which forms the subject of this poem. Magician by Raymond E. Feist. Note: As with last Saturday’s poem I’ve played with the layout so you’ll need to click on the image to enlarge to get the full effect. I’m intending them all to ultimately form a sequence.
*****
Lawrence’s Maxim 02 – Magician
*****
Day 12 Factoid – my personalised magic book
gareth’s grimoire
a grimoire is a book of spells : a magic textbook : providing instruction in
producing : talismen potions & amulets
performing : spells charms & enchantments
summoning &/or invoking : the cornucopia of supernatural
entities such as angels demons & the whole
potpourri of miscellaneous sprites
divining : things others don’t want known but you do
the only chapter i would want
in a grimoire of my own is one entitled
How to pause time long enough to read every book I’ve ever wanted
gareth roi poet boi 