The typewriter is a 1984 Olympia Electronic Compact 2 with a Letter Gothic printwheel.

On the Development of a Poetic Vocabulary.

Those dictionary words don’t sing.
Give me some words that bazz and fing—
Some ectoplictic words that shine
And send a thiffle up your spine.
When I feel arculous, I need
A word that makes a glammoth queed.
Contrariwise, when I feel jeft,
I spreen a vocable with heft.
My intropition knows no bounds;
I judge not partolects, but sounds.
And when at last my gropse is glayed,
I know my plovetings will yade.