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fax machines are like 8-track tapes. both have strange sounds that i kinda like (the bizarre-o hum that tells you the 8 track is switching direction, the compression--the dial-up noise of a fax connection). but both are a pain in the ass. i see fax machines around and i see people struggling with them, but i don't use one.
most of the poet-types i know love typewriters. i wonder if this is a usage cycle for obsolete technologies--things are outmoded long enough and folk start to use them because of their outmodedness, and because the look of outmodedness is interesting for reasons that have little to do with how it might have been understood before the outmoded befell the technology. or something like that.
there has to be a better sentence..
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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