August 2011
11 posts
Morton Salt Heritage →
Writing Poetry
In the subway there are tiles
on the walls that look like a bathroom
horribly abused by drunken scotsmen
wearing offcolored kilts on sunny rainy days
I am alone.
You have gone.
There is nothing left to say.
When the old asian man plays
that odd string instrument on the Times
Square platform I remember what it felt
like to be broken hearted and listening
to sad country music on a cold
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Auto Type and Oil Cans – Vintage Inspiration →
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Auto Type and Oil Cans – Vintage Inspiration
August 18, 2011 | Automobiles, graphics, Signage, Typography, Vintage inspiration, Vintage oil cans
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Vintage auto type can be an incredible source for typographical reference and layout ideas. The Stylesight Graphics team highlights some inspirational visual examples and web sources.
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Hemingway, Hounded by the Feds
Hemingway, Hounded by the Feds
By A. E. HOTCHNER
Published: July 1, 2011
EARLY one morning, 50 years ago today, while his wife, Mary, slept upstairs, Ernest Hemingway went into the vestibule of his Ketchum, Idaho, house, selected his favorite shotgun from the rack, inserted shells into its chambers and ended his life.
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Henrik Drescher
There were many differing...
Moths by Jennifer O'Grady
Adrift in the liberating, late light of August, delicate, frivolous, they make their way to my front porch and flutter near the glassed-in bulb, translucent as a thought suddenly wondered aloud, illumining the air that’s thick with honeysuckle and dusk. You and I are doing our best at conversation, keeping it light, steering clear of what we’d like to say. You leave, and...
