Working late into the night, hunched over the press bed, tweezers gripped in hand, the printer grapples with the ever-apparent enemy: the typo. In casual correspondence, one might laugh at such an occurrence, puzzling over how the fingers were incorrectly oriented over the qwerty row, or roll one's eyes, scoffing at another's inability to proofread. But when a printed item is to go out into the world for public scrutiny, the typo is the ultimate foe, and must be discovered and corrected at all costs.That's why I was so relieved when my fellow printers and staff at the Center for Book Arts obligingly checked my work as I prepared to print a broadside in honor of the poetry reading on Wednesday, April 29. As you can see in the photo, I am diligently checking the copy of a beautiful poem by Anna Moschovakis, which I was so excited to design and print for the Center. This moment came near the culmination of the process, which for me is always marked by a combination of agonized pondering and sudden moments of clarity, driven by the knowledge that a deadline is looming.
This poem was actually a pleasure to print. I'm no connoisseur, but I felt that the poem was meditative and ethereal, yet also somehow tangible and pertinent to real life. I tried to convey my feelings about the poem without being too obvious, to add to its mystery without fussy distractions. Come Wednesday and see if it worked out. The reading with Anna Moschovakis and Monica de la Torre will be reason enough to entice you. And I'll give you a prize if you can find any typos in the broadside.
- Corinna Zeltsman









