This poem appeared tentatively in blog post #5, but gets star billing here with slight but significant changes, and a new name. The colours refer to the ink ribbon, while the last line (in case it is unclear) refers to the type head (or slug in the US – why slug?!) hitting the white page, and also a thought emerging into consciousness.
The photo was taken in Edinburgh’s botanic gardens, with a comical nod of the non-existing head to Douglas Harding’s book “On Having No Head”. It’s a kind of no-selfie š
Perfection here too. Poem and photo, each, and together.
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Fantastic poem and photo. Not sure about slug. There is a slugging percentage in baseball.
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Oh, I’ve definitely seen references to type slugs. Here’s one from Richard Polt: “I hoped that I would just need to bend the typebar into position, but instead the type slug itself was not soldered on properly, so the lowercase e would not print at all.” Source: http://writingball.blogspot.com/2017/03/typewriter-review-royal-epoch.html Such an odd name for the type face. But enough of that. Many thanks for your comment!
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