Analog. Adjective. Noun. Yes. Both. Apologies in advance for an abstract dispatch. Apologies for an anal log…
First, a hat tip to Glen and Tony for removing the boat lift and mooring buoys from the water for winter storage ashore. And kudos to Tony for remarkable progress clearing brush and tidying up tree lines near the orchard. Thanks. Sincere, heartfelt thanks.
Such autumn industry deserves similarly ambitious gratitude. But I apologize. Again. I’m unable to muster the mustard for an appropriate thank you. For now. Soon.
Instead I offer you this vintage typewriter. A digital facsimile of an analog tool. And an analogue for something else more elusive and enigmatic.
I offer you also these typewriter-inspired thoughts and questions from a previous post.
I feel the pull, the yearning for something I don’t even understand. I cling to the enigmatic promise, play with the idea of purchasing the awkward machine, repairing the sticky keys, re-inking the misshapen ribbon, and then hammering the poem, the story, the hope into existence.
What am I seeking? What poem? What story? […]
“Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.” — Haruki Marukami
Marukami’s words resonate as I endeavor to answer these questions…
Type. Write. Explore. Wander. Wonder… (Source: Type. Write. Explore.)
An analog? Formless?
What do you think?