Keys

Digits on keyboards

process words to

be instantly forgotten.

Files are erased.

Wonder what happened

to the platen,

and to the

carriage and bell?

The permanence of

ink on paper

is just that:

Permanent, until burned.

Software and hardware,

updates and out-of-dates;

Give me a

typewriter.

Give me

the once and

forever. Forget newness.

Sometimes old is

fine; sometimes best.

Here it is

best. To save

the future, lose

the computer.

Screens

will dull your

mind and email

will encumber, and

heighten your anxiety.

Clacks and dings

compose music long-forgotten,

tunes of staccato

complexity and minimalism.

Each new page

is a previously

unheard opus of

sound and record.

Some advice for

the similarly exasperated:

Lose the boards—

keep the keys.