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Hi,
Awesome
Carry on

I wanted to contact with ur regarding ur poem`s publication. I am currently running a local magazine called Student`s Mag in Pakistan. I hope u will give us opportunity to publish your poem for others. We are working here as students and we need quality stuff for our mag.

I hope you will consider my request.
My email Address is khawar.shehzad@gmail.com

Cheers

Sometimes one doesn’t even notice the machine, you just say what you need to say, everything bursts forth like a child who doesn’t even stop too breathe because he has very exciting news for you.
But a comfortable corner and a book that takes you miles away to be within friends, in the middle of battle or make your own fairies and monsters have no replacement. You hold it dear, you read it in bed, you don’t want to let sleep overpower you, you don’t want to be taken away from that realm.
A hard copy will always hold its charm, your name and date on the first page, the name of place where you got it, a railway station perhaps, an airport, a gift ; all so romantic and inspiring random thoughts.
And if you want to know the end in a hurry, you cheat, skip a few lines and finally know the eventuality. You even justify the discrepancy, reading it slowly, and tell yourself, ‘but I did read it line by the second time’. Enjoyed the poem.
bibigul

very true. reading a book has its own charm and i dont think that i will ever lose my love for the paperback.

Well said.

digitization of data brings loss of history, a loss of memory. It is quite possible that a 100 years later people would be repeating the same ideas--. We can already see that happening. There are fewer and fewer newer ideas, instead old ideas are spin doctored to appear like new ideas. Information is fragmented and visual. In a strange way, even though the Internet and other electronic technology has theoretically expanded our mental landscape it has also restricted it to the point that we only experience what we want to, only understand that which is familiar, slowly dumbing us to the point that we are left with a vocabulary of 300 words, living on a mental island far from others who think differently.
Rgds

S

Epiphanic, indeed !

Lovely. There is a lot to be said about the pleasure of turning a page, rereading memories, looking at the fly leaves on an old book, the inscriptions, pressing your face to the pages and drawing in the scent, gving a book as a gift , browsing in a second hand store or footpath, wondering who owned it before.
This is such a good poem.