meanwhile back at the shop
April 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
flexagons true confessions & fascinators
I had a flexagon dream last night! Three story lines up and running all pivoting around a fourth fixed point, (which was based in fact, I couldn’t breathe) first time ever, maybe because I’m working on how to make the damn book (another single page wonder, thankyou Hedi Kyle) which can have several movable story lines pivoting around a fixed point
and many attempts later I am finally making sense of the moving parts so the inside(soon to be)outside panels don’t end up reading incorrectly which they do if you fold them out in the wrong direction, wow
speaking of magic, proof reading is the best magic trick I know.
Now you see them now you don’t, (or then you didn’t now you do, should I say) until you are, I was, distributing, and when it comes time to put the w back in its bin there is none,
and then (asking all printers, calligraphers, carpenters, musicians, actors—-) what do you do? as well as what do you do? as in general what does one do?
the run is done; the book is out; the cut is made; the note is flat; the line was wrong
do you call it back, do you confess, publicly or to a select few? do you let it lie?
do you make up stories: like ‘borogroves’ which I did twice is okay with me because that is always how I recited it and ‘jabberock’ which i did once is for the gods
or spout known wisdom: (to err is human, or my favorite—-there is always one more) which is good to say to others but does little to alleviate the gnawing in the pit of my own stomach or
do you do it all and do it (as I have been known suggest to others which sometimes does alleviate the gloom of such humanness) in fine style, yes! and bring a fascinator to the party, surely the mad hatter and the jabberwock would appreciate that!
so there it is the long or short story,
a true reflection of me, it
is nonetheless quite brillig
enjoy it at your own risk or
now, I just need a fascinator.