Monday, June 11, 2012

The Inventor

Seen on the Red Line to 95th at about 11:45 a.m., June 10th, 2012 

His shoulders are blue, blue from the chemicals that drip drip down from his machine. His hair is white, white from stress, but white also from the corrosive exhaust that bursts and billows from his machine. His glasses are orange, orange by special design, orange because the color helps him to see even the tiniest flaws in his machine. His machine is metal, meticulously built. It is mighty, magnificently developed. It moves, it motions to you in a way that seems almost magic. 

Saw this crazy looking guy on the way to Printer's Row Lit Fest. Thought he was definitely story-worthy. The festival was really fun! Talked to lots of great people at McSweeney's, Drag City, Featherproof Books, Midwestern Gothic, the Poetry Foundation, and more. Definitely check all those lovely publishers/journals/organizations out. And I only bought three books! That is some serious self-control, my friends.

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