Ah Typewriter, weary of hand
And counting the striking of key.
Waiver under unmeasrued demand
and the document's journey to be.
The fool writer genuflects with ire
and the new ribbon quickly broke in
and papers turned in on the wire
when my Typewriter is set to begin.
Author's Notes/Comments:
previously published in Poetry Ink 2009, a chapbook released by Moonstone Arts Center in Philadelphia.
Youtube video from 2009 of me reading the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAcQYWo_uCI&feature=share&fbclid=IwAR1UTNpNzL-ryylUtlt9h1GBPPYmdTwreqK_J7CI15v77pgNz5O9tWof6Oc
Typewriters
and I go waaaaaay back. RC Allen oooooh and IBM Selectric Ahhhh. Low tech sticks to the paper, use red ink when black is done, the good ol days. I don't remember quills, but ink well holes used to be in our desks in elementary school (to refill fountain pens?) Hmmmm :D
2nd Reading: mello, mello, mello 06-16-18
and then word processors for
and then word processors for awhile--the old Smith Corona