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Shrine to Genius
Here is his desk, nothing touched
Note the crumpled sheet, still creased by his own fingers
(I see a seashell, cast on a beach)
This is the chair where he sat, where he composed his opus
Note his cushion, marked with wear
Keep behind the rope!
Don’t breathe on the artefacts
The typewriter ribbons have been saved, cross-referenced and indexed
The room is cork-lined for preservation
There is the stain where he threw coffee
(I see clouds and mushrooms on the walls)
Artistic, you know
Divinely gifted man
The machine is unique, adapted for his needs
The keys, the bell silenced, the action geometric to his order
(Down here, I see battlements)
This one was built later, from the same timbers –
You can order a replica in the shop
Postcards and posters are for sale
The Master’s Voice on CD
Books? No we don’t stock them.
Thanks to Tess for the prompt. For more Magpies, please visit here.
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29 comments:
An a great write, too.
A really original take on the photo - loved it!
Very nicely crafted piece.
Terrific-- this could well be a homage to Hemingway, who I believe was at the typewriter when he crumpled up his latest effort and pointed his Glock at himself, pulling the trigger. Did you have someone in mind? xxxj I don't know that EH had a glock--
Wonderful write. No books to sell... that is clever.
That he burned his desk made me shiver. Nicely done!
wonderful take on the prompt..the stay behind the rope made me a little sad...
Excellent. The second piece of Science Fiction I've read today, or is it? My Magpie this week is Poet.
Intriguing piece! Well crafted.
..ah, i think you are excellent here.. full of substance and very clever! great take!
~Kelvin
A paean to times past... Great Magpie.
Very good writing.
Wonderful! Artificial shrines to greatness, hushed voices and barriers to keep the hoi polloi at bay.
'Books? No we don't stock them' - brilliant.
books? no we don't stock them . . .
that's how it goes. Perhaps he's been preserved on Kindle?
A stellar performance..I think you must outshine him! Both must be enshrined!
Ah...everything but the books. Love that touch of irony!
Clever and so true, all those great books out of stock.
"Books? No we don’t stock them.
Ah, such a great man."
That is so funny!
You must be Irish.
BTW, in response to your comment and question: "My brothers is pianist and he is drunk. My sister is harpist!"
Marvelous piece. Reminds me of hemingway. I love the reminiscence that oozes from this. I love how it seems as though you are remembering someone you never really knew. Great piece!
Very clever. The parentheticals, the irony, the battlements! K.
I love how you picked out the details and incorporated them into the poem like you did.
I'd loved to have met him. Great man, indeed :)
Cheers,
Arnab Majumdar on SribbleFest.com
This is a wonderful take on the prompt. And oh, I see the trees below that I wished to join, glad for the reminder.
nice..the burning of the desk and there be no books to sell at the end are great touches in this very well written piece...i like it...
Oh, I love your take! Keep behind the rope, indeed!
you went to so many great places with this - love that he burnt the original desk - that you have no books - love it
i woulds say strong and WOW ..its simply amazing
original, clever, true, a great write
Haha, very clever! Love this!
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