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CQ DX 11 ... a Ham Poem
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David Moore's 1962 poem "CQ DX 11" which appeared in Popular Electronics magazine, captures the vibrant culture of amateur radio operation during CB radio's golden age. The poem meticulously documents the technical jargon and operational procedures of ham radio enthusiasts like "Gus," celebrating homemade equipment, signal reports, and international contacts ("DX hauls"). The final stanza's twist reveals regulatory intervention - "The FCC has seen to that" - hinting at growing government oversight that would eventually constrain the freewheeling CB community. This work perfectly encapsulates the early 1960s amateur radio scene when citizens band radio represented cutting-edge communication technology and a genuine subculture. The poem serves as both technical documentation and cultural artifact, preserving the specific vernacular and practices of radio operators before excessive regulation and later technological innovations diminished this grassroots communications movement. Moore's closing appeal - "only YOU can save CB" - reflects the community's awareness of its fragile position between technological freedom and government control. BTW, "CQ DX 11" roughly translates to: "Calling all distant stations on the 11-meter band." CQ DX 11 PoemHere are a few other electronics-themed poems: • CQ DX 11, by David Moore • Power Supply, by Eileen Corridan • Ravin, by Meyer Dolinko • Pre-Radio, by Simpson Sasserath • A Radioman's Nightmare, by Editor, QST • The Day Before Christmas, by • Unpopular Electronics, by Saunder Harris • More "Tower" to You, by David Moore • Sonnet of a Ham, by Ewell G. Pigg • Ode to a New Rig, by Mrs. W8ETH • Requiem, by Lt. Comdr. Robert D. Bass • What Is It?, by Frank E. Judd By David Moore "Okay, fine," said the CB fan. "The QTH is Maplewood, "The entire station here's home-brew, "Well, guess I'll turn it back to you. So the QSO finished here. Poems are made by fools like me, |
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