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The pen is mightier than the sword. |
Thursday, March 4, 1999 Papermate? Sorry, guys, but I haven't gotten much sleep (again), and I have a writing contest to enter tomorrow, and I just realized that I'm going to have to be done earlier than I'd thought, because the computer lab at college closer early on Fridays, and I need to use the printer there. So let me just leave you with a poem I wrote about a year ago, which I am entering (along with others), in the spirit of "in the absence of a really good entry, let's just throw everything I have that's even slightly decent at it, and see what happens."
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Papermate? My mate, more like it. An extension of my hand, it smoothly wends its navy blue way across the page. The point is a happy medium, and the medium is the message, and the message is whatever I will it to be, or so I like to think. What need of digital technology, when one's own digits can do the work? These lines of ink more mighty than a missile, I think, make their quiet revolutionary way guided by, or guiding, my hand.
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P.S.: My art homework on "dance" went over very well. And considering that it's all curves, and my mouse is shot, I'm not even going to try to recreate it in Paintbrush. Sorry. Next week: "Flight." In black, white, and two colors.
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