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The Indefinite Article.

Monday, June 23, 2003

Hello all!
I was waiting for my breakfast taquito when this came on!
I had to smily warmly with visions of yesterday in my head.

MONDAY, 23 JUNE 2003
From The Writer's Almanac

Poem: "Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh," by Gary Snyder (used by permission of the poet).

Why I Take Good Care of my Macintosh

Because it broods under its hood like a perched falcon,
Because it jumps like a skittish horse
and sometimes throws me
Because it is poky when cold
Because plastic is a sad, strong material
that is charming to rodents
Because it is flighty
Because my mind flies into it through my fingers
Because it leaps forward and backward,
is an endless sniffer and searcher,
Because its keys click like hail on a boulder
And it winks when it goes out,

And puts word-heaps in hoards for me,
dozens of pockets of
gold under boulders in streambeds, identical seedpods
strong on a vine, or it stores bins of bolts;
And I lose them and find them,

Because whole worlds of writing can be boldly layed out
and then highlighted and vanish in a flash
at "delete" so it teaches
of impermanence and pain;
And because my computer and me are both brief
in this world, both foolish, and we have earthly fates,
Because I have let it move in with me
right inside the tent
And it goes with me out every morning
We fill up our baskets, get back home,
Feel rich, relax, I throw it a scrap and it hums.


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