Back to the typewriter

 Yum! I spent the most delicious of mornings playing with the typewriter I got for my birthday. It was the first chance I have had to see what it does and how it does it and it was good to feel the keys under my fingers.

I had this idea in my head to use some of these Moleskine postcard books I had purchased a few years ago, to pop a couple of poems I had written in Scotland into.

I typed out the first poem to see how it would fit. And just like letterpress, discovered that you can't modify the size of the font/typeface, and the poem ended up much wider than a single page. I would need a Plan B.

I typed it at triple space, double space and single space.

So I started to put the wee book through the typewriter. The poor thing, its first outing and it has to handle a book! The life of a typewriter in the hands of an artist...

I typed the title on the opening page.

And then opened it up and tested how it would go typing across the double spread and the flattened spine.

It didn't work really, so that was a good test. The roller also creased the cover and back cover rather a lot.

So off I went to type the second poem and then typed them both onto this nice firm, but light, Japanese paper.

And then tore them out (with no grain to guide me) and looked at them and thought maybe yes.

So now I am drifting and dreaming and thinking and pondering and wondering how they might become part of the page...