I have always been pushed by the negative. The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success. -- Tennessee Williams

I am amazed; until the day I die I shall wonder how Whittaker Chambers got into my house to use my typewriter. -- Alger Hiss

Saturday, December 10, 2022

Blackout #3

More blackout poetry, this time typed on my mom’s old Royal KMM from 1946. 



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Thursday, December 8, 2022

Blackout Poetry

 My second attempt at blackout poetry, without the blackout, but typed on my 1917 Corona 3 folding typewriter. This is from a random page from a random junk book.



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Tuesday, April 19, 2022

A Sense of Balance


 

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Saturday, April 9, 2022

A Sunday Morning in Winter


 

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Monday, April 4, 2022

Through A Glass Darkly


 

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Sunday, April 3, 2022

The Importance of Being Ernest


 

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Thursday, March 31, 2022

A Day at Work


 

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Monday, March 14, 2022

Good Vibrations


 

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Thursday, March 10, 2022

Me and My Corona




 

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Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Tuesday Night


 

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Thursday, March 3, 2022

Thursday Night


 

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Springing Into Action


 

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Tuesday, March 1, 2022

Out of the Shadows




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