I'm going to Dallas Saturday to pick up the press. Will take it apart, clean it, maybe paint it, and put it back together. Will get new rollers, roller trucks, chase rails, etc. from NA Graphics and a new base and all future polymer from Boxcar Press (the same outfit that makes plates for UDP and many others). Yeah, pure chewing satisfaction. This is when I admit to never having used a letterpress in my life. But that shouldn't stop anyone.
All effing magazine #5 contributor copies have gone out. If you (as a contributor) do not receive your load by the end of the week you may want to let me or Allyssa Wolf know. Also, if you are a reviewer with an interest in lit journals by all means get in touch for a copy.
is actually a 6x10 Kelsey Excelsior letterpress. It's dusty, rusty and missing the chase and the rollers (both of which can easily be replaced) but other than that it has a clean bill of health. And the price is right. So what do we think?
everything on this blarg is getting centered and I don't know why. I didn't insert those tags, did you insert those tags? Hey mystery tag inserter get outta heeeeerrrrrre.
I found the broke code. Fixed broke code. Ne'er mind.
I talked to Herb in Ennis, TX. Herb has a couple of platen letterpresses for sale (like the Pilot below). Herb is cleaning them now and will send pictures and condition details by Monday. I think I can be in Ennis to see Herb with some cash by Tuesday. Crossing my fingers for Herb and Herb's machines. C'mon Herb!
I wish I could be at this this evening where some blueprints will be laid for how thetiny presses shall inherit the earth. Co-coordinator Ryan Murphy is quickly rising to hero status in my metaphoric book (a book that even as a metaphor I would want Ryan to design). I will show you some of his books and designs next week perhaps. If I make it back here at all.
The danger of going backwards with technology is that there are so many crude machines, odd tools, and techniques to learn and use that there will be no time for blogging, posing, corrupting, bitching, watching, wishing, hoping, searching, wondering, sitting, drinking, emailing, talking shit.
I just want to play with metal and paper and get high with my friends and continue to look for ways to worm out of working for people I do not know or believe.
what? people reading poems to other people in a public forum? the blue goat cafe in san marcos, tejas? who's reading? farid matuk and some other people? tonight at 7:00 you say? you want me to drive so you can get buzzed? okay, I love you.