These days
The letter's like a freeze frame
All the old ways
Get cluttered in the bric brac bones of the day
Now the book lights
They flicker like the fireflies
In the long night
The xerox of our sheets bound back for the day
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Feel the spine bend
The scanners light the loose ends
When the letter sends
Our voices become flash, like matches to flame
At your bedside
You're reaching for the outside
In the long night

McLuhan:
Instead of going out and buying a packaged book
of which there have been five thousand copies printed,
you will go to the telephone,
describe your interests, your needs, your problems,
and the ... will be right over ,and they at once xerox,
with the help of computers from the libraries of the world,
all the latest material just for you personally,
not as something to be put out on there on a bookshelf.
They send you the package as a direct personal service.
This is where we're heading under electronic information conditions