Poetry

“The journey is the destination” – Dan Eldon

By on January 18, 2018
Photo credit unknown, taken for a portrait at Westminster Manor, Austin

It is finished! Or… has it just begun?

You remember my nonconformist poet friend? Well, we finished his book just in time for another run at the Westminster Manor Christmas Bazaar. It is by far my favorite project to date. My ever helpful husband not only person-ed my table with me, he also traveled up to Cedar Park that morning to pick up my order from the printer. The ink was barely dry when he delivered 50 beautiful books!

What a wonderful nine months of visiting with Mr. Norris and getting to know him, his poetry, and his poetry group of 23 years. Some fine voices in that bunch and always a warm smile and attentive ears. (A bit of advice – try to keep company with those a generation or two wiser than yourself, inside and outside your own family. Oh the things we never knew!)

Mr. Norris and I met just about every week for most of that time. During the first several meetings we established the scope of his project, what we wanted it to look like, size, use of color, art for the cover. He decidedly did not want to publish or sell, but rather to give to friends and family. Oh, and he wanted a sound chip in some of the books so readers could hear the rhythm of his poem The Rap On Bob.

We discussed using different colored paper for each section of the book. At one point we thought we might have him paint the edge of the pages of the book a different color for each section. It was, to say the least, a very fun and challenging exercise in both creativity and production solutions.

At each meeting he would pass three to five poems he had either written in the last week or possibly years ago. This man is overflowing with poetry. Pretty early on we discussed the prospect of a second volume.

Taking into consideration the fact that he cannot see from his left eye, I shifted most of the formatting to the right side of the page, including only numbering odd pages which falls on the right page.

We (I say we, it was really my multi talented husband once again…) scanned his poems in hopes to keep the original 8.5”x11” formatting with Mr.Norris’s illustrations. After choosing a journal size of 7” x 9” for the book, typesetting became necessary. Also, an increased point size for text was necessary for easier reading on older eyes.

The mock up for this project was a three ring binder with plastic page protectors holding the poems. When it was time to create chapters for the book, I could easily sort the plastic pages into piles then reorder in the binder and it helped his 87 year old hands to have something thick to turn. He pretty much gave me free reign over the order poems and chapters which felt daunting at first, but also allowed me to connect more deeply with his words.

Three ring binder with plastic pages as mock up.

Finding a local printer that could print rich color on the cover plus one color page inside, and the rest black and white… on a rich cream paper… was not the easies task. I discovered some great printers in Austin though.

 360 Press Solutions in Cedar Park was the final choice and I worked with a great sales rep who was communicative, calming, and delivered on time. Mr. Norris had already done his research on the sound chips and sent a link to Invite By Voice who proved to be very responsive to my needs and offered price breaks on quantity.

Figuring out how to mount the sound chip into the book without tearing the pages resulted in having one sheet of card stock inserted after the poem that was recorded. this way the sound chip could be mounted to something sturdy. I cut down some old wedding stationary cards (now with outdated addresses printed on the flap) and used them to hide the sound chip.

Push the on Bob’s name and hear him read this poem. Genius!

We used a self portrait he had painted for the cover but positioned it so that as the reader opens the book, they are opening his mind.

If these beauties become available for sale, I’ll be sure to get the word out. Until then, below the video are a few of my favorites.

 

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Poetry

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” – Henry David Thoreau

By on July 8, 2017
The Non Conformist has no need for matched socks

 

Sometimes life presents opportunities that feel like they should have been part of your bigger plan all along, but the truth is you just stumbled into something wonderful. Or, you made whatever you stumbled into worth the time to be there.

The Westminster Christmas Bazaar last December was that for Books By Design, MC. Being ready in time meant a hard deadline for finishing a logo, printing business cards, and an info post card and offered the opportunity to exercise my spiel. My husband helped by being absolutely brilliant talking to people, discussing the books, making connections. (Partnerships between introverts and extroverts are cool that way.) My mom and cousin came for moral support. It was a fun day – and I met new clients!

ABOVE: BBD table at the Westminster Christmas Bazaar. Supporting cast: My every supportive and beautiful Mom, MaryAnn, my kick ass husband, Sam, and my power house cousin, Brandy.

Our table was visited by a spry fella in a wheel chair, not one bit interested in family histories, but very curious about a potential book project. He followed up with me in late January and we’ve set to work creating a book of his poetry. The pace is slow and steady, giving me the opportunity to absorb this gentle man’s wisdom and perspective.

He is a self described nonconformist, exercising this through subtle acts such as not cutting his hair, wearing mismatched socks, going to socials and dancing in his wheel chair. In poetry he expresses nonconformity through a casual use of punctuation (none mostly) and loose capitalization. Reading him is fun but listening to him read is exciting. He has a strong voice and rhythmic cadence as well as real passion.

He is a founding member of a poetry group 23 years running. I have had the privilege of joining them a time or two and am very humbled to participate. The group is diverse in backgrounds and not surprising, still very active politically, intellectually, spiritually, and creatively. Sitting with folks nearly double my age offers the chance to feel naive again. No phones on the table when we meet, just minds and attention. And a wealth of knowledge and life experience.

Lack of punctuation came up recently as being confusing to a reader and the Poet’s reply was, ‘Well good.’ He gave a boyish smile. He’s told me several times that meeting the expectations of the status quo is not his priority, rather, thinking, investigating, imagining on his own is his interest. If you ask why, he asks why not?

I like being reminded by someone who’s weathered the pains of time that what others think is for them. What I think is for me. That just because the majority, or even the small minority of my circle of people, are for it doesn’t mean I have to be.

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