The Privacy of Typewriters
by Les Murray
I am an old book troglodyte
one who composes on paper
and types up the result
as many times as need be.
one who composes on paper
and types up the result
as many times as need be.
The computer scares me,
its crashes and codes,
its links with spies and gunshot,
its text that looks pre-published
its crashes and codes,
its links with spies and gunshot,
its text that looks pre-published
and perhaps has been.
I don’t know who is reading
what I write on a carriage
that doesn’t move or ding.
I don’t know who is reading
what I write on a carriage
that doesn’t move or ding.
I trust the spoor of botch,
whiteouts where thought deepened,
wise freedom from Spell Check,
sheets to sell the National Library.
whiteouts where thought deepened,
wise freedom from Spell Check,
sheets to sell the National Library.
I fear the lore
of that baleful misstruck key
that fills a whiskered screen
with a writhe of child pornography
of that baleful misstruck key
that fills a whiskered screen
with a writhe of child pornography
and the doors smashing in
and the cops handcuffing me
to a gristlier video culture
coralline in an ever colder sea.
Source (shared by Bryan Sherwood)
and the cops handcuffing me
to a gristlier video culture
coralline in an ever colder sea.
Source (shared by Bryan Sherwood)
"I am an old book troglodyte..."
ReplyDeleteBrilliant.
I have not heard the troglodyte for years! Great. A book troglodyte.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite phrase is "the spoor of botch."
ReplyDeleteBloody Australians! Them and their typewriters n' poetry n' stuff.
ReplyDeleteThis deserves typing-up! Thanks for sharing.
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