As a card-carrying member of The Typosphere …

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… well okay, it’s an expired Australian Writers Guild Membership Card, but see how the card is signed by Zapata1. That my friends is what’s known as subliminal messaging.

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Sadly, the AWG stepped away from the typewriter. This is the card I received the following year …

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The pen may be mightier than the sword, but a pen nib hardly fires the imagination in the way that a typewriter does.

It was enough to make me let my membership lapse, which I eventually did. Not that I was a “proper” member, you understand. No, I was just an associate member. Someone who the AWG encouragingly refers to (in order to encourage the continued payment of an annual subscription fee) as an “emerging writer”.

I failed to emerge and have instead become the literary equivalent of an ingrowing toenail. But I ain’t bitter. As Woody Allen said, paraphrasing Groucho Marx:

“I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member!”

1In the 1952 movie “Viva Zapata” starring Marlon Brandon and Anthony Quinn, Zapata is located in his mountain hideout by the newspaperman Fernando Aguirre (Joseph Wiseman), a political agitator who claims his typewriter is the sword of the people. In the end Fernando is depicted as a type of Judas, even to the extent of having an adjutant named Jesus kiss Zapata.

Not everyone’s cut-out to be a team player. Xerox_Horvath

(Typed on my 1985 Xerox 6002, Primus 10 typeface.)

 

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