It's a fascinating and somewhat terrifying journey through the history, psychology, sociology of our interactions with technology, or tools of the mind. I just came in from sitting on the front porch (left my phone inside), where I finished reading The Shallows: What the Internet it Doing to Our Brains by Nicholas Carr. It's using my brain in a different way, which changes how I think, and subsequently, what I say. I'm writing this in cursive, and I'll type it out later. When's the last time you wrote anything out by hand? A blog post, a letter, anything beyond your grocery list (oh, that's on your phone, too?). When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.īut maybe I ought to practise a little now? You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fatĪnd hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.īut now we must have clothes that keep us dryĪnd pay our rent and not swear in the street I shall go out in my slippers in the rainĪnd pick flowers in other people’s gardens I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tiredĪnd gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bellsĪnd run my stick along the public railingsĪnd make up for the sobriety of my youth. With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.Īnd I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer glovesĪnd satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
That room has been static for me so long: Its swaybacked bed, smelling of bleach and mildew With its scored linoleum floor a blear-eyed yellow On the dangling brown leather key holder, To the bored front desk, to the key-shaped key Vacant stares, blue as the sky through windows.įlashing outside, a red neon arrow pointing, Vacant lots with their blowing plastics and teasels, If there were no emptiness, there would be no life.Īll those electrons, particles, and whatnotĬrammed in next to each other like junk in an attic, This September, along the Bayview Extension. Of whole stanzas - in Lethbridge in Edmonton
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