Michael Jackson's love of books and the most revolting dish ever<br />Michael Jackson - The Bookworm <br />The Los Angeles Times reports. "Owners of Los Angeles area bookstores (some no longer in business) recall encountering the late pop star perusing their shelves. A few years ago, Doug Dutton, proprietor of the former Dutton's Books in Brentwood, was at a dinner with people from Book Soup, Skylight and other area bookstores. "Someone mentioned that Michael Jackson had been in their store," Dutton said by phone Thursday, "And everybody said he'd shopped in their store too." "I've always wondered if there was a library in Neverland," Doug Dutton mused. Indeed there was -- Bob Sanger, Jackson's lawyer, told LA Weekly that Jackson's collection totaled 10,000 books. <br />"He loved the poetry section," Dave Dutton said as Dirk chimed in that Ralph Waldo Emerson was Jackson's favorite. "I think you would find a great deal of the transcendental, all-accepting philosophy in his lyrics." Largely an autodidact, Jackson was quite well read, according to Jackson's longtime lawyer. "We talked about psychology, Freud and Jung, Hawthorne, sociology, black history and sociology dealing with race issues," Bob Sanger told the LA Weekly after the singer's death. "But he was very well read in the classics of psychology and history and literature "<br /><!-- m -->http://www.canberratimes.com.au/blogs/c ... 60949.aspx<!-- m --><br /><br /> "I think you would find a great deal of the transcendental, all-accepting philosophy in his lyrics." <br />True, there is so much philosophy in Michael's lyrics, which is partly based on his life experience and partly by autodidaction. <br /><br />I love this poem of Ralph Waldo Emerson, it's about friendship <!-- s:) -->:)<!-- s:) --> <br /><br />[font=fantasy:3pcqe3hx]A ruddy drop of manly blood<br />The surging sea outweighs,<br />The world uncertain comes and goes;<br />The lover rooted stays.<br />I fancied he was fled,-<br />And, after many a year,<br />Glowed unexhausted kindliness,<br />Like daily sunrise there.<br />My careful heart was free again,<br />O friend, my bosom said,<br />Through thee alone the sky is arched,<br />Through thee the rose is red;<br />All things through thee take nobler form,<br />And look beyond the earth,<br />The mill-round of our fate appears<br />A sun-path in thy worth.<br />Me too thy nobleness had taught<br />To master my despair;<br />The fountains of my hidden life<br />Are through thy friendship fair.[/font:3pcqe3hx]<br /><br /><!-- m -->http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friendship-297/<!-- m -->
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