It seems to me that this isn't the time to refashion the past so much as weave a new future (excepting in actual fashion, where I seem to gravitate far more comfortably towards the first half of the last century, and am quite happy with the fact). And yet -- I am what I am.
I have found a printing collective willing to help through colleagues, and so much as I find our status here a predicament the Stark staff I have spoken with regarding this have been nothing short of marvellous: so. I intend to start Locative Press, primarily but not solely for the publishing of works by fellow refugees. Print runs will be small & some books hand-bound; for all that this city seems increasingly enraptured by the digital, and for all the gifts it has to give us, I am convinced that many people still find great value in such things. I certainly find an actual book, well-bound, a treasure.
If any are interested in embarking upon this with me, you are most welcome; if you have works you would like to publish, I hope that you will come to me (even if you wish simply for an opinion, or an editor; this will be no vanity press, we will be working together).
[Filter | Walter Blythe]
I meant what I said about your poem; please do consider this, Walter.
[Filter | Septimus Smith]
You are thinking so hard, Smith, I can almost hear you four floors down. A walk?