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47 after a reading of mcluhan, whom i admired Will you complain about old-fashioned furniture? Forever, a mode of knowing Will be retained on the inside of the human head, But the furniture will gradually embarrass you And tomorrow you may throw it away. If only it were possible for a person to recline on a planet Using the north polar ice cap as an ottoman, The south polar cap as a pouf, And the equator as a kitchen. It would crowd the house; Yet the brain is never quite occupied. The changes going on around outside the building here Leave the brain the same blue lump it always was; You may try to adjust but always truly contemporary events Will be judged with thoughts a little older than they are; Throw away your head ...

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