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"what?" they say, "you got a

computer?"



it's like I have sold out to

the enemy.



I had no idea so many

people were prejudiced

against

computers.



even two editors have

written me letters about

the computer.



one disparaged the

computer in a mild and

superior way.

the other seemed

genuinely

pissed.



I am aware that a

computer can't create

a poem.

but neither can a

typewriter.



yet, still, once or

twice a week

I hear:

"what?

you have a

computer?

you?"



yes, I do

and I sit up here

almost every

night,

sometimes with

beer or

wine,

sometimes

without

and I work the

computer.

the damn thing

even corrects

my spelling.



and the poems

come flying

out,

better than

ever.



I have no

idea what causes

all this

computer

prejudice.



me?

I want to go

the next step

beyond the

computer.

I'm sure it's

there.



and when I get

it,

they'll say,

"hey, you hear,

Chinaski got a

space-biter!"



"what?"< br>

"yes, it's true!"



"I can't believe

it!"



and I'll also have

some beer or

some wine

or maybe nothing

at all

and I'll be

85 years old

driving it home

to

you and me

and to the little girl

who lost her

sheep.

or her

computer.

