Tag Archives: typewriters

Hyperbolic Pretentiousness

If I was dying in an alley, and all I had was a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen to record my last thoughts, I would leave them unwritten, because I loathe ballpoint pens. If I was locked in … Continue reading

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Throwing a Typewriter into the Ocean

He walked down to the street to throw his typewriter into the ocean. There was no point in using it anymore. At one point on the walk, he had said to himself that there was no point in anything anymore, … Continue reading

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Home Again

I put the kettle on I light a stick of incense count my cigarettes and put on a Neil Young record. I stack my notebooks pour a cup of coffee dust off my typewriter and chuck my peacoat onto the … Continue reading

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Blank Page

If you put a blank page into the typewriter then you need to write something. It is like aiming a loaded gun and not intending to kill. It is unfair to the paper it is unfair to the machine it … Continue reading

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Dust (for the Selectric II)

There’s dust on the keys and dust on the frame. But everything still comes alive once the parts are warm. Dust will be the easy problem to solve as the others can’t be wiped away.

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This is not a Toy

Smith Corona Typewriter $45 “This is not a toy!” It’s a true statement of warning. A typewriter is not a toy, it is a brutal device that hits and bites and twists innocent paper into something nothing of the sort. … Continue reading

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The Death of the American Dream.

I awaken to the sound of a typewriter. The staccato gunshot sound of the keys flows endlessly, not ceasing. The floor under me is cold cement. I am lying on my side on a floor of cold cement and the … Continue reading

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