he wasn’t kidding when he told us all to watch the ”blinking cursor”
Elinor Clark is a recent philosophy graduate hailing from the cold and rainy North. She now works in London as a media analyst, and writes obsessively; it really is her lifeline and sustaining force. Thank you very much Elinor for sharing your talent.
The Blinkin’ Cursor
I did a double-take as the man at the front with
his combed back hair and his well-fitted blazer
and the badge on his tie which said some
words in Latin about achieving and excelling
and such things that people wouldn’t know
unless they’d been to a school with a motto.
This man who talked about maximising output
with words from a textbook in a voice he had
stolen from an American film he must have
watched about British people, suddenly, from
out of nowhere, said a word I pictured pouring
out of my Granny’s mouth, as she’d sit in her
chair, waggling a ciggie and she’d say “blinkin’ ‘eck”.
But he wasn’t kidding when he told us all to watch
the “blinking cursor”, didn’t even seem to notice
that he’d said something funny as he carried on
talking about his output and his input and the
arrow flashing on the screen, his shirt somehow
still smooth and creaseless even as he waved
his arms in wild swinging circles cutting through
the air like a fresh painted windmill.
Elinor Clark, London
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