My computer is haunted.
The city melts like sugar.
There is no option but to stop doing everything and listen.
The voice.
Impossible not to shiver when her voice is here,
right now, so clearly, so present and close.
Sylvia Plath, forever alive not on her poems
on the printed page,
but on the recording,
on the always-present-continuous of her voice.
How can one long for someone one never met?
Someone one has only read?
How can one snap out of it,
as if nothing had happened, when listening to her,
so here?
Nobody can tell what I lack.
The recorded voice brings the dead back.
It makes them live again, as if they had never left.
My computer is haunted.
The ghost of a leaf, ghost of a bird.
Published by Ernesto Priego
My passion is creating opportunities for discovery, creativity and innovation. I am an advocate for enhanced access to information as a public good. I enjoy fostering engagement and openness, facilitating collaboration and mentoring.
My main focus is multi-disciplinary and involves practically and theoretically connecting the dots between varied, closely-related fields and topics: comics studies; human-computer interaction design, library and information science, digital humanities, scholarly communications, publishing studies, digital innovation and material culture, intellectual rights and open science, access, data and educational resources.
I love writing and spreading the word about the things I believe in. I love higher education and the Internet and I define myself as a digital scholarship advocate. I love working collaboratively and on my own. You can still follow me and/or contact me via Twitter @ernestopriego.
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