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Publishing a digital notebook for writers. Open Loop Press Editor Carlin M. Wragg shares intriguing tidbits about art and design, literature and technology.
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(Source: theparisreview.org)
How much do a writer’s tools guide the writing process? Is storytelling different with pen on paper, fingers on typewriter keys, a notebook keyboard? ~CMW
Anne Sexton’s typewriter at the Harry Ransom Center at the University of Texas at Austin
Of those authors who did embrace the typewriter, few asked more of the machine than poet Anne Sexton, who milked her Royal Quiet De Luxe for all it was worth, employing it as both a tool and subject. In an essay about her time as a writer-in-residence in Boston, she quotes her youngest daughter as saying, “A mother is someone who types all day” and then Sexton later complains of “fingers sore from constant typing.” Her typewriter appears frequently in her poems: sometimes watchful (“the forty-eight keys of the typewriter/each an eyeball that is never shut”); sometimes as a poor substitute (“and this is the typewriter that sits before me/where yesterday only your body sat before me”); sometimes as the poet itself (“I am, each day,/typing out the God my typewriter believes in”); and sometimes as victim (“For I pray that my typewriter, ever faithful, will not break even though I threw it across the hospital room six years ago.”).
I have one that looks just like this.
11/20/2009
“Friday morning A train, 9:37am, a woman wearing a red-and-black banded turtleneck sweater with a Caribbean accent and one lazy eye paces the space between shoulders and backpacks saying “Jesus—Do you have Jesus in your life?” Later on the Hudson orange leaves blow through the glass double-doors. In SoHo a man in a newsboy cap and khaki jacket raises his arm to hail a taxi outside the Apple store to take him and his new iMac 24” display home. The straight white teeth in the smile of the hostess at Mercer Kitchen greeting guests. The blue eyes of the model on the corner of Broadway and Prince. The waving, half-wet blond curls reversed in the salon mirror. Are her pursed lips often pursed, or are they only when she is in reflection?” ~Carlin M. Wragg