memory lingers in fingers
embedded with ritual
duties to doctors and deans
inserting two spools
tying ink imbued ribbon
clicking the roller knobs
captured pale onionskins
slipping on interleaved
blue carbon films
mechanical qwerty
deep fingertip plungers
inlaid with bakelite keys
hyphenate at the bell
sweep the pinky-flanged lever
for carriage return
to start the next line
wheeled erasers with brushes
or white fluid masks
atoned any errors
caught by the spellchecker
housed in our eyes
no wonder what makes
for a modern all-nighter
back then took a
full sleepless week
and yet no one needed
more time than four years
to reach their degree
And yet, somehow, it got us all internet ready… 😀
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well, ready for the keyboard I suppose, but not the technology
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It got us internet ready but this bought back so many memories. I loved it
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I’m still not ready for the internet – it’s positively overwhelming
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I hate to say it, but I learned to type on one of those…
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ha ha – but for you it was presumably an antique – mine was fairly new!
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Very kindly said – but those were the kinds of machines that were all the thing when I was at high-school 🙂
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Oh love this…and if the picture was of and old Underwood it would be perfect 🙂
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mine was actually a Royal, but this was the closest picture I could find
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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My ancient aunt has finally had to give her her typewriter – very similar to the one you picture. I think if I read your poem to her she’d cry – in a good way, of course! Wonderful.
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wish I still had mine – purely for the nostalgia
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Some trenchant insights here, sir. I love those last lines.
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it just seems like such an odd contradiction
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Stone Age. That on hurt Paul. I used one of these:)
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ha ha – guess we are both members of the geezer club
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I spoze
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I always wanted a typewriter. Your work inspired me to find one…
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eBay’s the place, I should think
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Boy, it’s hard to think back to how we used to write. I am so appreciative of this aspect of new technology.
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I would never be able to write daily poetry on a typewriter, that’s for sure
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Then there’d be the time lapse as you mailed it somewhere, and ages later we–your public–would finally get to read it. Oh no, the present tools are much superior, including WP.
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I played around on one of these when I little. It was my grandmothers’s. Great memories of tapping the keys and typing nonsense!
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mine got me through college
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It started me on the road to writing
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This is great. It brings back memories of typing class.
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I never needed a class for my two-fingered style
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