Wednesday, 9 May 2018

E (May)

The eternal access of print, even should Erasmus have to trudge through May rain to find those eternal pages, the fortune of a library door open. The excessive promise of e-books, curiosity replicas of engaging originals displayed under glass, pages zooming at fingertip, excess his eye still must train on, an e-word at a time. The evident universes of E, emissions of confessions more than all-seeing eye can entertain, ever likely to end as sootballs through neglect. Erasmus, his head of epsilons, ecstatic to see cloth-paper with words there in Utrecht mud walk: more education, errantry, exhaustion downloaded, unlocked, forwarded.

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