The BookA Poem by David Lewis PagetIt
was late in the autumn of 2210 The
shuttle had gone off to Mars, The
highways of Asia were solidly blocked With
a billion Chinese cars, I’d
wandered around the Museum of Trees, The
Fruit Section opened my eyes, The
bitterness taste of electronic apples So
cleverly changed, and disguised. I
seemed to be wandering round on my own, Museums
were on their way out, The
Virtual Channels were simple to screen And
more easy to access, no doubt. The
ancient attendant had followed me round, He
warily started to say: ‘I
have something hidden, way out in the back If
you’re interested, come out this way!’ He
led to a room that was dingy and dark, Went
over and pulled up the blind, The
place was so dirty, with cobwebs and dust, ‘Not
used much; I hope you don’t mind!’ And
there on the table he pointed it out, A
thick slab of something - I looked, ‘You’ll
not see another of these in your life, ‘What
is it?’ I said. ‘It’s a book!’ He
lifted the thick leather cover for me, To
show what he called was a page, ‘The
government banned them in ’73, They
said they caused people to rage. We’re
not used to words on a scale such as this…’ There
were words and more words, like a plague, They
dazzled my vision, I staggered a bit Like
a man who is struck with an ague. He
turned other pages, a hundred of them, A
thousand, I just couldn’t count, And
every one teeming with words on each page So
the figures continued to mount. ‘We’re
used to see just fifteen words in a line, We
twitter and tweet all the time, How
could a person sit down with a book With
all that! - without blowing his mind?’ ‘It’s
called ‘General Knowledge’, the old man replied, ‘Not
something you hear every day, And
fabulous stories and verses in rhyme, And
the glory of history’s sway. There
once was a time, there were millions of these, Each
home had a shelf full of books, But
once our technology grabbed at our minds We
were lost, we were pretty well hooked!’ ‘The
government knew it was dumbing us down, You
can’t fight what you’ll never know, By
banning the books and the Libraries Our
minds were beginning to slow.’ I
left there quite thoughtful, I needed to write How
misled we had been, and were blind, I
started with paper, a pen and some ink And
believe it! - I wrote it in rhyme! David
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Added on September 3, 2012Last Updated on September 3, 2012 Tags: Mars, virtual, technology, slab Author
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