On Saturday the 13th of
June, I was having a Twitter conversation with a knowledgeable man about typewriters. I haven’t used a typewriter in, well, a long,
long time. After our conversation, I dug
out a typewriter that I have a sordid history with and plugged it in to see if
it still functioned. Surprisingly, it
did!
This inspired me to write the
following short subject with the contraption of my youth…and a second short
subject with my current contraption.
While the typewriter is not mine, I
can certainly claim a piece of its history, as it can claim mine. It is on this electric machine that I wrote
my infamous (and sadly) lost mess-terpiece, with the awful title…The
Tide Thus Falls. The humming
electricity vibrated through my entire body, as my fingers pounded out
late-night words, telling a tale of lust, sex, violence, unspeakable torture
and misguided love. All written at 14 or
15, because I was a freakboy before my muse dubbed me so.
Freak Out,
JLH
JLH
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