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Russell Edson - The Family Monkey

We bought an electric monkey, experimenting rather 
recklessly with funds carefully gathered since 
grandfather's time for the purchase of a steam monkey. 

We had either, by this time, the choice of an electric 
or gas monkey. 

The steam monkey is no longer being made, said the monkey 
merchant. 

But the family always planned on a steam monkey. 

Well, said the monkey merchant, just as the wind-up monkey 
gave way to the steam monkey, the steam monkey has given way 
to the gas and electric monkeys. 

Is that like the grandfather clock being replaced by the 
grandchild clock? 

Sort of, said the monkey merchant. 

So we bought the electric monkey, and plugged its umbilical 
cord into the wall. 

The smoke coming out of its fur told us something was wrong. 

We had electrocuted the family monkey.

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Poet: Russell Edson
Poem: The Family Monkey

Comment 5 of 5, added on December 21st, 2014 at 4:17 PM.
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Comment 4 of 5, added on March 30th, 2010 at 10:47 PM.
What is this?

Enjoyable to visualize. I guess he's saying that the new is not necessarily better than the old. It sounds like a warning message: just because technology is there doesn't mean that we should use it. We could end up killing ourselves.

tplife007 from United States
Comment 3 of 5, added on February 20th, 2009 at 10:43 PM.

Lost Faith. Trust...
i never got to say bye. i never got over your death.
the past four years since your death my life was sad and horrible, i always missed you. i always believed in only you and always wanted you to answer me. where were you when i cryed, where were you when i was alone of hurt. i've become something that im not sure of; if i am. so i lost faith, trust in you. and i also lost you. when will you answer me? when will you help me?
to my dad.

Dulce from United States

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