LITERATURE: Poetry & Hypertext

A framing customer comes from New Haven and brings me a gift, a book of poetry.  She’s done this before.  She is a creative writing teacher at Yale and knows my own passions.

I ramble on about Calvino.  I rant on hypertext.  I make her take the link to A Bottle of Beer and make her promise to read it.  I hint with no subtlety that hypertext belongs in her curriculum. I cannot help the fire that seems to singe most of my audience and yet I see a hopeful spark ignite her eye. She understands the chain of memory mimicked by the human mind.

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