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    Making words

    In all the annals of object porn, there are no objects that incite greater lust in me than typewriters.

    Typing on a computer is a tactile experience, of course it is, but kind of a not-very-tactile tactile experience. I don’t take much pleasure in it altho’ I’m well inured to it by now. That being said, it probably won’t come as any big surprise if I tell you that I love typewriters with big lovey loves and have eleven of those beauties in my house.  And you know, I adore them as aesthetic objects — I like looking at machines, in general — but I’m also yummed up with crazy big yums by the physical labour involved in making words on a typewriter. When something comes too easily, it isn’t that satisfying and I honestly believe the end result isn’t the thing it should be, or could be. Writing on a typewriter involves my body in word-making in a more muscular way than writing on a computer keyboard does and I like that; I value making an effort. Working on a typewriter is also good for self-discipline because you have to give much greater consideration to the words you choose, correction on a typewriter being quite a pain in the ass and all.  Correction on a computer is the easiest thing in the the world and discourages care and precision. I really think that. In fact, I mostly think typing on a computer just fosters sloppiness and the second-rate, because there’s no real need to choose your words carefully. And once you get used to writing uncarefully, you begin to edit uncarefully, and once that happens, well, you just tend to barf it all up and put it out there in the world, ill-formed and unmitigated.

    I like typing, lots and loads, and also I like writing in pencil. I much prefer pencil to pen because HELLO! ERASING!  Erasing = a do-over and do-overs? Pretty freakin’ rare in life. Pretty freakin’ rare and pretty freakin’ sweet when you get ‘em. And crossing out a line of text written in pen just isn’t the same. Crossing out leaves a trail, an ugly mark on the page. It isn’t a do-over. That being said, writing with a pen on a piece of paper is still a way more delectable experience than processing words via a computer. And how.

    Sadly, I neither type nor write by hand much any more. The ubiquity of the internet means written communication mostly has to happen via computer keyboard. And the computer keyboard detracts from the bigness and the breadth of the sensory experience of making words happen. It feels antiseptic. There’s no real percussive yay, like there is when you use a typewriter. There’s no smooth-paper hand-drag, like there is when you write with a pencil or pen. There’s not much resistance; you don’t have to hammer at the keys, the way you do on a typewriter. There’s no beautiful silver-grey path to make or follow, like there is when you make words with a pencil. And honestly, I just love the notion of writing being, if not a full-body experience, a more-body experience. More body involvement makes for better word-making. And there aren’t too many things I want in life more than really fucking incandescent word-making. Not many things at all.

    Index by Ariana Page Russell, 2005
    Index from the skin two series by Ariana Page Russell, 2005
    image via ffffound
    Image via ffffound
    For Stars Will Rise Again via ffffound
    For Stars Will Rise Again via ffffound
    image via cookingwithmarybartlett
    Embroidery via katiecupcake
    Embroidery via katie.cupcake
    EECproof1 via gvsu.edu
    Corrected page proof for "r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r" by E.E. Cummings
    Via Grand Valley State University
    resurrecting the muse via madelyn * persisting stars' photostream
    resurrecting the muse via madelyn * persisting stars' photostream
    Paris restaurant, Boulevard St Michel c.1954,John Deakin Archives via theparisapartment.blogspot
    Paris restaurant, Boulevard St Michel, Paris, c.1954
    Photograph by John Deakin
    Via The Paris Apartment
    integral by jonathan callan, 2002, via artnet
    Integral by Jonathan Callan, 2002
    Via Artnet
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    Photograph by Jason Ross
    Image via ☼zlady's photostream on flickr
    I want to be light by Ray Fenwick, via canadiandesignresource
    I want to be light by Ray Fenwick
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    hand dyed, hand felted embroider typewriter via blueblythemonster's photostream
    Hand dyed, hand felted, embroidered typewriter
    Via blueblythemonster's photostream on flickr
    Dan Perjovschi - “The Everyday Drawing” 2009, via wemakemoneynotart
    The Everyday Drawing by Dan Perjovschi, 2009
    Braille inscriptions by Cheng Yong, Nanjing, 2006, via NYT
    Braille inscribed on a model
    Artwork by Cheng Yong, Nanjing, 2006
    Alyssa Phoebus Good Woman 2008, via jameswagner
    Good Woman by Alyssa Phoebus, 2008
    Via jameswagner.com
    all hail my hands via Lelo**'s photostream
    all hail my hands via Lelo**s photostream on flickr
    1 Comment

    This post reminded me of high school. well not high school but me when I was in high school. I owned (and still own it, it just needs a good service, if you know what I mean) a typewriter and I used to pound out torturous suicidal poetry on it (some of which is not as cringe-y as you’d think). I loved that thing, so much. And when I wasn’t at home, I’d scribble for hours in composition notebooks (almost compulsively) in rebellious all capital letters (a habit which I’ve kept to this day). Several of these images hit right to the psyche of me back then (“the past is present-experienced-at-a-distance” is an amazing quote I read recently in a 50 year old sci-fi book). And the writing on the skin picture – my skin is really sensitive, and my best friend in high school used to write me notes on my arm with her fingernail. weird.

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