week ticking away
May. 19th, 2009 03:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ffloHere it is, near the end of my workday on a Tuesday, after a weekend of restaurant eating and book fair guests.
I saw some interesting stuff at the fair, including a very old (but not very first issue) Our Bodies, Ourselves that was comprised of a buncha stapled newsprint. One of the cool things at the booth of the poetry guy from Bay City was a copy of Marianne Moore's Collected Poems she had inscribed to the photographer who took the picture used as an icon for this post. She'd also made some handwritten changes to the text. (Ever the futzer, she was.) She wrote in a tidy, compact script with a very fine fountain pen nib, and, that day at least, the ink she had in her pen was a lively bright green.
I saw some interesting stuff at the fair, including a very old (but not very first issue) Our Bodies, Ourselves that was comprised of a buncha stapled newsprint. One of the cool things at the booth of the poetry guy from Bay City was a copy of Marianne Moore's Collected Poems she had inscribed to the photographer who took the picture used as an icon for this post. She'd also made some handwritten changes to the text. (Ever the futzer, she was.) She wrote in a tidy, compact script with a very fine fountain pen nib, and, that day at least, the ink she had in her pen was a lively bright green.
