Vía The Unofficial Apple Weblog leo que el columnista John Markoff de The New York Times entrevistaba hace poco al poeta de la generación “beat” Gary Snyder, quien se mostraba un “devoto” usuario del Mac.
No me pudo hacer más gracia, puesto que recientemente leí (por fin) Los Vagabundos del Dharma la novela de Jack Kerouac en la que Gary es coprotagonista (bajo el seudónimo de Japhy Ryder) junto al autor. La novela me gustó mucho, así que leer esto me ha resultado muy simpático.
Por cierto, Gary Snider se atrevió con un poema (porqué cuido bien mi mac) para el New York Times que reproduzco a continuación:
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,
Because it is flighty,
Because my mind flies into it through my fingers,
Because it leaps forward and backward, is an endless sniffer and searcher,
Because its keys click like hail on a boulder,
And it winks when it goes out,
And puts word-heaps in hoards for me, dozens of pockets of gold under boulders in streambeds, identical seedpods strong on a vine, or it stores bins of bolts;
And I lose them and find them,
Because whole worlds of writing can be boldly laid out and then highlighted and vanish in a flash at “delete,” so it teaches of impermanence and pain;
And because my computer and me are both brief in this world, both foolish, and we have earthly fates,
Because I have let it move in with me right inside the tent,
And it goes with me out every morning;
We fill up our baskets, get back home,
Feel rich, relax, I throw it a scrap and it hums.
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