I yearn for the day When my words Can stretch across the page— Naked— Basking in the light, Tanning those pesky lines, Establishing a solid base From top to bottom.
That day will never come
For my words Will always be dressed In Times New Roman.
Haha! Your comment made me laugh, Chris. I too dig the last line, and I love the topic and presentation overall. This reminds me of reading Emily Dickinson's poems, handwritten and digitized. So much of the poems' life is lost in the translation. Nowadays, we're all wearing masks and digital costumes, inflating our egos in anonymity: I too would smash my computer if my entire life wasn't in there.
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I love the last line, but it depresses the hell out of me. I may be reading far too much into this, but it makes me want to smash my computer.
Haha! Your comment made me laugh, Chris. I too dig the last line, and I love the topic and presentation overall. This reminds me of reading Emily Dickinson's poems, handwritten and digitized. So much of the poems' life is lost in the translation. Nowadays, we're all wearing masks and digital costumes, inflating our egos in anonymity: I too would smash my computer if my entire life wasn't in there.
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