Picked up an old copy of ‘Fitzroy Poems’ by Pi O today, published by Collective Effort Press in 1989. Nice grungy, earthy work of a place that has just about disappeared now: the old Greek Fitzroy. At times it’s like these poems are in some strange dialect and the personalized typography doesn’t help.
Oddly enough though, it was the typewriter cut and paste feel of the typefacethat grabbed me, and made me grab this. It feels hand made, and the bookseller in Fed Square told mr that Pi O still calls past the booksellers at times. Of course he does!