Often I
think of great American writers of old, Mark Twain,
John
Steinbeck, Ernest Hemmingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald.
What if they
had computers in their day with which to dig-
itally type
their manuscripts. Indeed, their words may have
Flowed more
easily, more prolifically. They may have had
More time to
further produce their literary masterworks.
Ah, but
then, what may have been lost to all mankind had
They pressed
the wrong key, and not having saved what was
Previously written,
lost the entire piece? Such a tragedy has
Happened to me a
time or two. Then, I found myself up the
Proverbial creek
without a paddle, trying desperately to re-
Construct word
for word the work I had worked so hard to
Complete
thus far. And the shame of it, no waste paper bas-
ket within reach
to retrieve the discarded draft which I may
Have reconsidered
to be most enlightened and appropriate
After all. Oh
the sinking misery, the loss to all mankind who
Shall sleep peacefully
in their innocence and reverie, never
Knowing such
a goddamn tragedy ever even happened. Oh,
The
humanity! (Oh my, that
line has already been used…
Delete…No, wait!)
Delete…No, wait!)
Chris
Hanch 7-19-15
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