So in the last post in my class journal here, I talked about Mouse Manufacturing. It reminds me of a poem by Canadian poet Rita Wong, here’s an excerpt:
nothing comes between me &
the labour of the garment workers
their fifty cents a day sweat
hugs me tight every morning
my auntie’s fingers nimble
with the demands of piecework
how she churns dozens of jeans by dim lamplight
one more casualty for casual wear
The rest is posted on her website (It’s near the bottom of the page, called “denim blues”. To change the situation for computer mice:
nothing comes between me &
the labour of the factory workers
their fifty cents a day sweat
under my hand everyday
as I point and click
ok so I’m not a poet.