Scanned from paper onto screen,
I forget the steady labor
Of the scanner, sight unseen.
Then I see your lovely fingers
You’re the one who took the care,
You’re the one who turned the pages.
Now I know you’re hiding there.
Friday, May 27, 2011
The Page Turner
When I read a book on Google
Scanned from paper onto screen,
I forget the steady labor
Of the scanner, sight unseen.
Then I see your lovely fingers
You’re the one who took the care,
You’re the one who turned the pages.
Now I know you’re hiding there.
Scanned from paper onto screen,
I forget the steady labor
Of the scanner, sight unseen.
Then I see your lovely fingers
You’re the one who took the care,
You’re the one who turned the pages.
Now I know you’re hiding there.
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8 comments:
Haha! Brilliant, a truly 21st century sonnet. Going to share this with some of my Special Collections friends :)
How tedious that job must be! I wonder how often pages are mistakenly un-scanned because too many pages are flipped at once. Are there any checks on that, I wonder? I bet not...
great little poem. I am always disappointed to find the ancient book i am hunting for is NOT available on google books, not without a price, anyway.. :-(
and yes, Tom there are mistakes.
Very clever Mr. Gurney: What a wonderful insight into an unseen world.
I always meant to write a novel under the pen name Paige Turner...
Finger condoms from now!
The fingers match the taffeta dress from the previous post.
Somehow it is nicer to think that the eBooks were scanned, page by page, by a dedicated, careful person. I'd still rather turn the pages myself, though.
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