Nostalgia: Remember typewriters?

Way back in the dim dark past, I wrote on a 1913 portable. It had a wooden case held together with black vinyl covering. It was a museum piece and I took great delight in formulating typewriter poems on it - a sub-genre of concrete poems (Dom Sylvester Houedard was the star at the time). I hit the keys so hard that you could see through the eyelet of the 'o's . I was hitting the booze hard at the time also, so the typewriter was midwife to a lot of self-centred crap. My first wife put it on a council pick-up one day when I had advanced to an IBM golfball. It's a sad memory I will never forget ...

Read about Houedard here: http://www.ubu.com/historical/houedard/index.html