Unauthorized Cincy Report

Some might argue that some of us have too much time on our hands and that we should get the students back ASAP!

The Maven

Once upon a workday dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
over many a thick and cryptic volume of computer lore
while I keystroked, teeth a-gnashing, suddening there came a bashing
as if something wildly crashing, crashing at my office door.
“’Tis the wrecking ball,” I shouted, “crashing at my office door,
only this and nothing more”

Ah, distinctly I remember - it was in the bleak December,
when I spread architectural plans about my floor
eagerly I wished the morrow, from these plans, surcease of sorrow
with a newly built library to explore
an edifice all scholars would explore
only this and nothing more

My office split and open, when, with many a stride and saunter,
In there stepped a stately maven of the learned days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made she; not a minute stopped or stayed she;
But, with mien of cultured lady, perched on the shelf beside my office door -
Perched near a bust of Rambam beside my shattered office door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

In clouds of dust, and glass shards flying
I cried “Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But your knowledge I am seeking, for our services worth keeping
How can we continue loaning books to the students at our door?
and reference service to the rab. and grad. students at our door?
to faculty, community, and more?”

“Should we move to other spaces, with empty shelves and office places?
I fear students won’t find their way to our temporary door.
Should we use e-mail, chat, and faxing? on our resources, quite taxing!
But we want to serve our patrons just as well as in the days of yore
For the theses, dissertations, and research papers galore
all of that and then some more!”
Quoth the maven, “Ommmmmmm”