This looks back as from a charmless, joyless, soul-less and wonderfully immaculate (i.e. inhuman) future to a prior primitive epoch when the making of poems involved (heavens forbid!) the actual touch of the hand to physical substances -- paper, ink. How very inconvenient all that must have been. Before we "advanced"... that is, moved ahead to... erm. I forget what.
Beautiful! So much energy in that word "curious." Poems not hammered together like boilers but a network of tracks made while on some instinctual quest. Keep your nose to the ground, amigo!
As Tom points out, I think most of us—at least most of the people I’ve met through the Internet via this blog—like to “look back to a prior primitive epoch when the making of poems involved the actual touch of the hand to physical substances” i.e., Ed’s typewriter and which leave tracks we can actually pursue; on the other hand, there is no going back, is there? Once again, a pleasure reading such generous comments from friends I did not have back in those fondly remembered typewriter days.
This looks back as from a charmless, joyless, soul-less and wonderfully immaculate (i.e. inhuman) future to a prior primitive epoch when the making of poems involved (heavens forbid!) the actual touch of the hand to physical substances -- paper, ink. How very inconvenient all that must have been. Before we "advanced"... that is, moved ahead to... erm. I forget what.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! So much energy in that word "curious." Poems not hammered together like boilers but a network of tracks made while on some instinctual quest. Keep your nose to the ground, amigo!
ReplyDeleteI like that idea of leaving 'tracks'. Didn't Stevens call the poem the pheasant disappearing in the bush?
ReplyDeleteI say, Let readers find their own way inside.
nothing sings/zings more than
ReplyDeletethat now ancient clickity-clackity DING!
that has moved across white pages
then over-the-edge
of the piece of paper and then
willy-nilly
into Big Mind-Imagination.
I sure miss my Underwood #5
& the 5 extra spaces given af
ter that bell sounded.
two pieces issued via my "touching-playing" the
typewriter's keys
that y'all jus might get a 'giggle' from:
POINTS / COUNTERPOINTS (1971)
MY TYPEWRITER IS EROTIC (2010)
nice piece ... again and again
you produce solid/original "stuff"
- a 'breath of fresh air'
As Tom points out, I think most of us—at least most of the people I’ve met through the Internet via this blog—like to “look back to a prior primitive epoch when the making of poems involved the actual touch of the hand to physical substances” i.e., Ed’s typewriter and which leave tracks we can actually pursue; on the other hand, there is no going back, is there? Once again, a pleasure reading such generous comments from friends I did not have back in those fondly remembered typewriter days.
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