The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Break, 12/21/07

[BlueIris]

"Three Desk Objects"

What suns had to rise and set
what eyes had to blink out
what hands and fingers
had to let go of their heat

before you appeared on my desk
black light
portable and radiant

and you, my electric typewriter
with your cord and hungry plug
drinking a sinister transfusion
from the other side of the wall

what histories of slaughter
have left these scars on your keys

What multiple deaths have set loose this clock
the small wheels that grind
their teeth under the metal scalp

My cool machines
resting there so familiar
so hard and perfect

I am afraid to touch you
I think you will cry out in pain

I think you will be warm, like skin.

—Margaret Atwood

[RetroLounge]

1. Margaret Atwood

is so damn good...

:hi:

RL

[BlueIris]

2. Yep.

[BlueIris]

3. Kick.

[Yavin4]

4. Hey, BlueIris, Did You See This?

You have been chosen as color of the year for 2008:

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/20/fashion/20COLOR.html?_r=1&ref=style&oref=slogin

[BlueIris]

5. I did see that—it's awesome!

[BlueIris]

6. Kick.

[ThomCat]

7. Wow! That's a wonderful meditation on technology

and the history that lead up to it. :)

[BlueIris]

8. This is one of those poems that "stuck" with me for years because

despite its apparent simplicity—well, I've never seen another one like it. I doubt many in the modern age meditate on how odd our relationship to technology is anymore.