Gadgets and Poems

Those Kansas remarks of last summer were like the wind pushing your backside if you're lucky. Today my bicycle leans next to the TV in coastal town of Southern California, intransit to town further south.

If your going to suggest edits, keep in mind the rearrangements that would be necessary:

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The carpet’s rise, soft on my bare sole, where its cable moved snake-like... My father made clever devices for specific uses—-
a sharpener for an old kind of lawn mower that nobody used but him—- a remote control for his old TV when all the new ones came with them... I remember the grin from his easy chair as he pulled its choke-like knob and listened as the sound decreased. His reward, like mine, was not only use, but also joy in success, and the occasional approving glance from an amused onlooker.

I go to my dark storage room sometimes to consider again the pedal from an old sewing machine that he lashed up with the speedometer cable from an old car, and the motor from somewhere that turned the cable and drove its tiny end with small tools-- Fine as a dentist’s drill, for carving his art. Here is where I write a few lines, not as clever as his devices, but useful in the same kind of way.
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Just a quick example, so you vultures can forgo the bleeding- I carry a sharp titanium quill.

Good, at least somebody is awake out there. Welcome back

I saw a gal in a bookstore once (imagine that!). I think she would write out her piece in long lines, then accordian the paper left to right and then fold/strike/fold/strike words almost at random. I'm assuming alot here, but still. This is to say I agree with your suggestion.