The light of the disk is endless
"Some monks are now working on laptops,
transcribing text and burning DVDs. Here is an excerpt from a poem written by
one of the monks in praise of digital materials, which, in his eyes, are 'as
exquiste as a patina made from lamp black, Yakskin glue, and brains, burnished
to a gloss and inscribed with an ink made from crushed pearls and silver are to
me.'
Posted: Fri - August 12, 2005 at 06:37 PM