Still, it is a waiting time. The hunt is on, but no signs yet of a sighting of the fox yet. David Virtue sliced and diced the selection of persons for the Special Committee, and I now have a “revisionist” badge. I find it little consolation, since I don’t consider myself a liberal, revisionist, or any such thing. I did find his article on the prospects of a split interesting, however, if for no other reason than it indicated his own sense of this being a waiting time.
So what shall we do while we wait?
I have been involved in a strangely satisfying spiritual exercise these past few weeks. Over the years I have taken more and more to writing – first poetry, then essays, then a book, now many essays on my blog, in the Witness, and other venues. Words pour forth, almost too easily. As a miserable speller I delight in the computer and its ability to correct me (without attending guilt for being just plain stupid). As someone who thinks and writes at the same time I cannot help but feel that the computer has made the typewriter a second class citizen. All in all the technology has made the words flow…some of them worthwhile, some of them less worthy. But there they are, EASY.
So I got to thinking, what if actually publishing the words was labor intensive, as it was in earlier times when the letter press required setting the type and printing both? Would my words be chosen with more care? Would I use fewer of them? Would I seek out people who would edit with the ideal of brevity? Would it help in the poetry, that strange language where words are most loved by respecting their rare sense?
In answer to this I began to acquire the elements of a letter press shop: a small Kelsey letter press (5x8), a larger Golding Pearl Press (7x11), about twenty drawers of type, various pieces of equipment, inks, rollers, etc. Pictured here is the Golding Pearl Press in the forground and the Kelsey Press in the background.
Now, in one small part of my writing world, and with great care, I am beginning to pull together the plan to publish a short volume of poetry (80 pages). With any luck it will be finished by Easter.
In all the work of these days to understand just what is happening to the Anglican Communion it is perhaps useful to set the hands to work at a task that is labor intensive, but labor loved. It is a reminder that the fabric of our faith is not found in the strange Communion among Provinces, but in the simple communion of words on a page, communicated one to another; words often almost secrete since they go out to so few. Still, they are words most precious, since they are the labor of hands that mind their p’s and q’s, not to mention their u’s and n’s.
All the other issues fall by the wayside in the run up to a 150 page run of the cover of the book, “Voices From Another Room.”
Some weeks are mostly silent, as we wait and set type.