my granddad passed away last night.
the image above is a scan of the snap
that clasps shut a book we made together.
it is a prototype for a larger journal,
coptic bound, a trial run at a difficult inset strap,
with scaled down pockets in each signature,
made from recycled manilla folders.
i have included the full text
of a short writing exercise of mine
from a couple years ago, here.
it is about book mending.
the piece doesn't do justice to the subject.
it is embarrassingly pompous, awkwardly framed,
and only perfunctorily edited,
but i am posting it for my family
so that, if they want, they can see
a little of how i view some
the image above is a scan of the snap
that clasps shut a book we made together.
it is a prototype for a larger journal,
coptic bound, a trial run at a difficult inset strap,
with scaled down pockets in each signature,
made from recycled manilla folders.
i have included the full text
of a short writing exercise of mine
from a couple years ago, here.
it is about book mending.
the piece doesn't do justice to the subject.
it is embarrassingly pompous, awkwardly framed,
and only perfunctorily edited,
but i am posting it for my family
so that, if they want, they can see
a little of how i view some
of what i shared with,
and learned from,
my granddad.
i'll miss him.
and learned from,
my granddad.
i'll miss him.
posted by self_invasion | 11:00 PM
1 Comments:
Karen. I am home. Tomorrow I will go to the bindery and cry.
Dad
(see comment attached to essay)
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