Following a trip round Ramsbottom by Andrew's mum, I am now the happy owner of a working typewriter - she even sourced a new ribbon for it.
Over the last day or so I've been getting to grips with how to work it. I did get a red plastic one for my 9th birthday so I am familiar with some of the quirks involved. Though I did have to be reminded that the ribbon needs to run left to right - inky fingers to show for that. It makes lovely sounds, which are enticing others in the house to come and play with it - tapping away until they reach the ting at the end of the line. And asking questions such as, why doesn't it have an exclamation mark...
Using a typewriter to make poems feels a bit like getting back to nature - the increase in sounds and the physical 'demand' of producing marks on a page. In tiny type in the photo is the title of the piece I've been working on - 'What the Tree Said' - intended (amongst other preoccupations) as a collaboration in producing marks between a regular printer and typewriter. And a third party that I haven't made yet...