Here’s a look at the imperfect but lovely Rheinmetall from 1938 that I’m using for a couple of poems.
… and poem #3 for the month:
I think poems that need explaining aren’t very good, but you might be curious to know that I was thinking about how events get falsified in retrospect with a false clarity, and about recording technology.
That's a beautiful typewriter. I especially love the ivory keys with the burgundy accents. Unusual, striking.
imperfection doesn't get much better than that!