February 17, 2017 § 2 Comments
There’s always the part where one becomes disheartened, or the project disheartens.
It having started with a focus and a deadline and a plan a project an idea yes an idea that was too complicated, and maybe had too many moving parts to meet said deadline, but there was no way I had been able to successfully talk myself out of it and forward ho with reckless enthusiasm I was going.
And this morning a windless sail.
And in between after codex conversations about where to now, what next?
The ways in which one one can start with the book as a stationery object and move toward the book (the art) as experience, (in the making and observing)
or it is, and starts with an/ the experience and moves toward objectification or artifact if you will
we got to the coming and going of it, and if in fact making a book is like riding the freights as in you meant to go to North Dakota and end up in Minnesota then, the art is what happens in between the two places
And so as is the case I was in the wrong place, or thinking in inches using a metric ruler or forgetting that lead type is not digital, though it was in my digits, which is to say instead of fomenting with the tool in hand I was trying to replicate something already done ●●● in the best way that particular thing was going to be done●●● instead of doing, experiencing what wouldcould be done with the tool in hand, and once figuring that out, once, I remembered there are things handily and readily done with lead type and leading that are indelicate and a yearning desire for photoshop well so there I am now, wind at my back!
And I’m off to my own out of order in preparation for advancing waters shop to see what may be wrought.
It is the remembering and forgetting of it all that one forgets and remembers forgetting, forgets remembering.
November 4, 2016 § 5 Comments
Book 1. Limited, varied edition of 10, could be 13. Could be 15, though that would be some kind of magic and variation, or theme and variation.
51 poems, 5 signatures, assorted photos, etchings & rubbings, 108 pages.
The final and 5th part will be a novel novel; hole in the grid.
October 31, 2016 § 4 Comments
I’m reminded often it’s not so much about perfection as it is about the music. Not so much about repeating the same thing over and over so it’s a down pat thing but that like life it is about solving the problem at hand, working your way out of which ever cul de sac you find yourself in, negotiating the dead end or no macaroni and cheese in the pantry when that’s what you planned on for supper. It’s always the ninth inning, and it’s always a could win, and depending on how you play it, could be fun.
Like Nick said lo those 16 years ago, “the best surfer is the one having the most fun.”
October 19, 2016 § 2 Comments
Can’t say I found it in order.
6 months + today I finished typesetting the colophon and the page after the title page. Wow. And c’est tout!!!!
Will finish the printing tomorrow.
Then comes the collating and the putting it together just so, 20 printed for a finished varied edition of 13.
February 12, 2016 § 1 Comment
how’s the project going he’d asked
the project is going actually, which is a good start! having dithered lo these many years with it, starting is one of those big steps, but I’m guessing you know that, thanks for asking.
I have the text pretty well organized and have decided to typeset the whole thing which is a yooge as barnie or donald might say undertaking, but I’m still not sure how I want to use the photographs or what part of the story I might want graphics to play that said, I have chosen likely photos, (misty one of canyon house, house in homedale, house on 17th, house being held down by string, string holding house down, guerneville house up in the air when it was being raised, and oh! two from winnipeg; a reflection in a window so it looks double exposed, and one of red geraniums on f&d’s deck)
well that almost goes as a not noticing becoming a noticing of how I infact make decisions or a noticing of my process which in the best of circumstances goes on without me, I suppose like writing, and editing or taking the reins comes later, anyway there I am blablablaing as if I hadn’t chosen, and as if the photos chosen don’t already tell their own story, and all of this in a conversation, mind you, with doug, well not as if I haven’t dragged him into this neither of us kicking and screaming
wow. and they do tell their story
which but for the asking I might not have noticed.
November 3, 2015 § Leave a comment
original poems typeset and hand printed by author on Ostrander Extra Heavy; Vandercook SP-15; Vandercook Proofing Press; Poco Proof Press (not in that order)
Poem text 24 pt Caslon Italic and 12 pt Roman
moon cirlces & title News Gothic 18 pt. name 14 pt
bifold single sheet of found paper
edition of 12
circle of letters includes those of our first names