It’s a Friday afternoon, I’m as busy as a bee, and I need to write my advent blog post in five minutes. I need a theme: think Christmas, think technology…….think poetry???
Proustian memory time
It’s the 1970s when school boys wore Clarks sandals and had dirty faces; we sit crossed legged on a shiny cork floor, and our teacher reads us a poem.
Picture an avuncular man in a kipper tie, imparting verse in the style of a Dalek!
You need to know that the final line is delivered with a self-satisfied robotic squawk; which brings about an outbreak of childish laughter.
The Computer’s First Christmas Card
By Edwin Morgan (1968)