The Machine, Not The Machine

the mechanism
the machine
the iron jaw
the mechanical hand
the metal fingers
the pen
the pencil
the typewriter etc.
the hard labour
the effortless thought
the voice
the voices
the heart
the mechanical computer

the computer is not a machine
not a tool

a drill is a tool,
a typewriter is a tool

the mechanical mechanism
not the mind
not where the words
come from –
there, the machine dies
the metaphor ends
the marrow is exposed
the hunt begins
the human being is found
the killing starts

and the hunger never ends

the mind, the soul of the mind
and the words write out
and forth
and down

-this is the studied outcast
always watching and
putting it down
all art – against the machine


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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