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“I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention . . . arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.”
― Agatha Christie, An Autobiography
― Agatha Christie, An Autobiography
The great creators — the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors — stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
“Mark the spirit of invention everywhere, thy rapid patents, Thy continual workshops, foundries, risen or rising, See, from their chimneys how the tall flame-fires stream.”
― Walt Whitman
― Walt Whitman
Midweek Motif ~ Invention
"An invention is a unique or novel device, method, composition or process," says Wikipedia. "Inventions often extend the boundaries of human knowledge, experience or capability."
What is your favorite invention of all time?
Have you ever invented anything?
Have you ever wanted to?
Your challange: In your NEW poem, write the story of an invention, real or imagined.
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“Faith” is a fine invention
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
The jay streaks through the lilacs
in color clash.
I note down: Invent
outdoor birdswing
so birds drunk
on berries fall off in plaid
in front of my window.
I file it. After all,
the pussy willow’s barely tufted—
I have time.
At the drain, lifting its feet,
a Modigliani bird—another invention?
The brook agrees
so brookishly, gulping at runoff
like a bear in spring,
like my husband. He didn’t trust my patents:
the squirrel-free gutter chain
the collapsing arthritic’s cane
a lever for pulling old stumps
in heavy rain.
But every act harbors a corresponding gadget.
It is that way with God:
adjusting the acorn, locking the tree.
With the womb, He was clearly Italianate,
the bulbous lines, the excess.
I often think of Him
humming Beatles songs like me, over
six Mason jars of pickling—
. . . .
(Read the rest of this amazing poem HERE.)
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(Next week Sumana’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Summer)
