evolution of a poster; learning to talk back

October 14, 2011 § Leave a comment

Who can even sleep, first it’s too many inklings
jammed all in a whirl, (twice I needed to get up jot down some of the formlings leaving room for the new ones not waiting their turn). By the time I finally got to the shop I was in full roar tilt and after a brief show&tell we were on the job having whittled all the cleverness and excess away leaving just the plain old ohmygodaha of it.


As these things have a wont to go I set it upsidedown in a manner of rightside up speaking from what we thought was the originally agreed on idea but by then I’d thrown away all the scribblings and whothehell knew, besides of course it was as it lay pretty doggammed nifty if we so did say ourselves, well except for the backwards B which in our muddle of not sure which way was to be up we didn’t immediately see which in turn (ha) was some part of the consternation and confoundment in discerning the which way of up

I thought it was the other way!

it was the newguy who said the B is backwards, but we heard him without actually listening so it was a while before we sorted it (ha again!) out  andthen it was simply a matter of which letters would hold the red which we tested (using a brayer) before we did the actual run, which of course was two, first the black and then the red


and last night for crying out loud I was awake with the oh hell typographic genius of it, and our small part of taking back the world we live in, or at least righting (or lefting as the case may be) it a bit


back talk


came to us in a bubble

January 29, 2011 § Leave a comment

3 Whore stories

November 12, 2010 § 2 Comments

The letter w does not occur in Latin and is not part of the ancient Latin alphabet. It is a letter which appears from Germanic languages, including Old English.

3 Whore stories

pimped the 1sttime by my brother for a dime–he remembers it as a quarter, which he pocketed–on a train, always thinking they’d asked but he offered the I’ll tell my sister you want to talk to her which they of course took him with his disarming innocence up on so that brimming he came with a pride that I misread those guys he said over there want to talk to you which at 1stblush was enticing and a near miss but my mother, asif it is all ordained, for the 1st and only time in my life not exactly true

already separated, in theoldendays of 2by2 and exclusivity and proprietary rights that still capture the heart of most of us in the end in, and the beginning, I broached&breached the etiquette
and it is a tribute to both men who showed up at my bedroomdoor that night that they didn’t maul each other; friends to this day they still call it a draw

and though I have the skill now thankyouverymuch Ma to make love in public and everyone is invited the rules haven’t changed a wit, flaunting a certain possibility and no promise they still call me a whore, andbut

truth is it’s not like I ever got married
in a white dress

in that way I still find a challenge, enticing and inviting, he was handsome &moreso elegant with ohsocoiffed hair looking windblown but in place and eyes that searched and seized and what you shot for was the twinkle wellkept behind the mostly contained and remote iceblue you think but they were brown and very warm and easily&ofcourse I made my way there and the beckoning was not mined are you always like this he asked, I had no idea what he was talking about, love is a shorthand; meta-

a W sort of celebration

November 12, 2010 § 3 Comments

Wordsome women worried William

Wiry Willhelmina wrangled worms

Wide Wendy wept when wee Wade wavered

Wizened Werther weathered Wynona’s whining


Wren, writeous wordwitch, whored wondrous ware
while wicked Wendel walloped words westerly wondering
who wooed winged warblers

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