THE LOSS OF HANDEDNESS (# 74,987)

As machines usurp our hands, so dexterity becomes less critical. Writing in ink is no longer the smudgefest it always was, thanks to typing, texting and voice recognition. In honour of this sad demise, I’d like to say a one-handed prayer for all the novelists who wrote the long and wrong way round.

Our lefties,
Whose art is heaven,
Southpaw be thy name.
Thy wisdom come,
Words will be done
From right as it is from left.
Give us this voice our daily read
And forgive us our orthodoxy
As we forgive those who prevail against us,
And lead us deep into disorientation,
But deliver us from ennui.
For gauche is the wisdom, the wonder and the thorny
Uneven, uneven
Amen.

January 14, 2009
Filed Under Writing on writing 

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5 Responses to “THE LOSS OF HANDEDNESS (# 74,987)”

  1. Matt Cooper on January 14th, 2009 3:24 pm

    Right on.

  2. Marc Twain on January 14th, 2009 3:26 pm

    TOUCHE! x

  3. Pete on January 14th, 2009 3:31 pm

    Ta Matt, how cack be thy hand?

  4. GH Wells on January 14th, 2009 3:36 pm

    Cliche! Yet true.
    Did another great leftie, Peter Benchley, really lose his right arm to a Great White?

  5. Matt Cooper on January 16th, 2009 5:35 pm

    Cack is in the eye of the beholder. More often than not.

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