Showing posts with label Smith Corona Sterling poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Smith Corona Sterling poems. Show all posts

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Mid Century Poem (Poems From the Smith Corona Sterling)

My Smith Corona Sterling
I bought this Smith Corona Sterling two weeks ago at the Churchill Grove community garage sale. I was really excited because it looks gorgeous, and I assumed since it looked like it was kept in excellent condition that everything worked. Well, I was wrong about that part, but two nights ago Jenny straightened the Q key that was horribly bent. She also fixed the E that had become detached. No professional typewriter repair person requires, just a crochet hook, a tweezers, a flashlight, and a lot of squinting. Unfortunately, I bought a cheap ribbon, so I can't use it without making a mess, but mechanically it is working fine. I'll be cleaning it with denatured alcohol and then lubricating it with sewing machine oil when I get the time, and I hope that will make it work like a charm. 

As far as writing a poem on a typewriter, I don't think I'd ever be able to do that because it runs counter to my natural process. When I get an idea for a poem I try to write out as much as I can with pen and paper, then do two or three edits immediately. Then I usually let it sit for a while and try to do a final edit. I'll also usually make a few minor changes when I transfer it to a word processor program. 

I am really looking forward to writing on this typewriter. Even if I'm not sure what I will write. I feel like just writing letters to people. Anyway, here's a poem I did NOT write on the Smith Corona Sterling. 



Pockets 

I am facing the growing possibility 
That I will never own a suit
In this lifetime,
That if I do it will be
Purchased at Salvation Army
And made to fit another man,
Long gone,
The scent of his cologne
Haunting my den as I hammer out
Poems about the straight and narrow line
On the crooked keys of my
Smith Corona Sterling.

This seems fitting.

I will wear your suit proudly,
And promise to never have it altered;
Instead to grow into it like
The sixth of seven sons.
I will look in the pockets
from time to time to see
If you have left me any instructions.  Pin It
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