Snip from a piece by John Markoff in the New York Times about a 79-year-old Beat Poet's ruminations on Apple. Technology journalists and Mac fanpersons breathlessly await whatever-it-is-they're-gonna-unveil next Wednesday. Gary Snyder does not, but he wrote this beautiful poem about Macs anyway:
Why I Take Good Care of My Macintosh
By Gary Snyder
Because it broods under its hood like a perched falcon,
Because it jumps like a skittish horse and sometimes throws me,
Because it is poky when cold,
Because plastic is a sad, strong material that is charming to rodents (…)
Gary Snyder lives in California's Sierra Nevada foothills, without electricity, cellphones, or Twitter. More about him here.