Ode to Letterpress

Oh sculpture of type!
In my hand
A weighty chunk,
An atom of meaning.
Pressed into paper
–nay, squished
Into cottony clouds–
You stay crisp,
Full of light and of shadows,
Distinct and commanding.
We are free
To express,
To impress
Our love and our passion
For words
And for thoughts
Lofty and low.
The PRESS
Is the tyrant’s foe.

                                                                                                  -Tim O’Brien. Letterpress Instructor

Sign up for Tim’s spring session class here: Letterpress