May 2008 – Page 2 – Green Chair Press Blog

Make Your Own Wood Type

Scott Polzen’s handcut wood type based on Carol Twombly’s Chaparral Bold

On the wall of my office, I have several large pieces of faux wood type that I made by tracing letters in my favorite font-face onto some foam core, cutting out the letters, mounting them to frames I made and then painting the whole assemblage. Occassionally I think idly about trying to make some type of out of real wood.
So it was fun to find out about Scott Polzen, who has made wood type from scratch. So far he’s made 3-1/2 complete sets, each using a progressively more sophisticated method for carving the letters. He constructed the first set by carving 1/4″ high letters and then mounting them to blocks of wood. In the last set, he used a pantograph, an instrument that allows one to scale and copy diagrams, or in this case, letters, and was able to create a single type-high block for each letter.
You can see the various typefaces Scott has made on his website, as well as an explanation of how he made each set. He also has a video on YouTube showing him cut out one of the letters.

From the Hellbox

In a letterpress studio, the “hellbox” is the receptacle for broken or discarded metal type — it’s stored there until it can be melted down and recast into new type. Jeweler Erica Weiner had a work-study stint at New York Center for Book Arts and she saw the bucket of used type in their printing studio as a treasure trove for making necklaces. She gold-plates the discarded type and hangs it from a chain. Get yours here.

And The Winnner Is…

Thank You! Wow! Did I ever hit the jackpot! So many great poems were submitted to my giveaway celebrating National Poetry Month. Lots of poets and verse I hadn’t read — good thing I didn’t make the criteria “my favorite” and instead selected a name out of a hat! As one entrant emailed me “selecting a favorite poem is akin to naming one’s favorite child! It simply can’t be done.”

And the winner of my broadside is Lauren, at one {crafty} writer, who submitted Mark Strand’s Coming to This.

Thanks again to everyone! Here’s a poem I would have submitted, one I never tire of:

Numbers
Mary Cornish

I like the generosity of numbers.
The way, for example,
they are willing to count
anything or anyone:
two pickles, one door to the room,
eight dancers dressed as swans.

I like the domesticity of addition —
add two cups of milk and stir —
the sense of plenty: six plums
on the ground, three more
falling from the tree.

And multiplication’s school
of fish times fish,
whose silver bodies breed
beneath the shadow
of a boat.

Even subtraction is never loss,
just addition somewhere else:
five sparrows take away two,
the two in someone else’s
garden now.

There’s an amplitude to long division,
as it opens Chinese take-out
box by paper box,
inside every folded cookie
a new fortune.

And I never fail to be surprised
by the gift of an odd remainder,
footloose at the end:
forty-seven divided by eleven equals four,
with three remaining.

Three boys beyond their mothers’ call,
two Italians off to the sea,
one sock that isn’t anywhere you look.