Thursday, May 21, 2015
We invite you to take a short journey with us in Paris, as seen through the eyes of Hope Mirrlees and translated into words and sound. Not only did Mirrlees write one of the most compelling fantasies, Lud-In-The Mist, but she penned an extraordinary prose poem work that transcended anything written up to that time. We hope you will take a moment to listen as we read some of "Paris" and visit for a time that ageless city. You can find it through this door... https://www.peganapress.com/hope-mirrlees-paris.html
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
No, it's not letterpress. But you can help support Pegana Press by purchasing my first zine creation. Just a bit of fun and whimsy.
Check out the new zine page on our website.
|From A Conversation With The Moon|
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Here are some quotes from emails I received about Winter Tales, a fine press limited edition chapbook released by Pegana Press.
On Voice of Fire:
I Love the concept of music being held within the memory of the tree. Thank you so much for the beautiful book! I will treasure it for years to come.
On Where the Snow Folk Live:
I've read and re read "Where The Snow Folk Live."
I feel like I have one of those huge and heavy fairytale books from my childhood. The book with stories that mesmerize. Tales for special occasions only. Reading your story Is like uncovering a mystical passage and discovering a book that was hidden in order to preserve its secrets.
And that is what great storytelling does!!! Bravo
The characters (in addition to the letters) really add to that story and the look of the page . They Create visual interest for me.
On Cup of Cheer:
"Cup of Cheer" is my favorite of the three stories. For me it's like Jack and the Beanstalk and the Snow Queen went on a road trip and met the Star Trek crew. I love the idea of the "mixture of cultural anomalies."
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Here is our page of type locked up in the bed of the press using wooden furniture and quoins to exert pressure. We'll see some printing next time.
As I was setting the type for a page of The Golden Key an image was presented that struck me as being one that runs through much of fantasy literature .
...Anon an exquisite shadow group of gambolling children would be followed by the loveliest female form, and that again by the grand stride of a Titanic shape, each disappearing in the surrounding press of shadowy foliage...
This recurring vision of a giant figure striding through various scenes yet being obscured, only revealing small, fragmented glimpses could have come from Cabell, Dunsany, Lovecraft and so many more. Certainly an image that stretches back to the beginning of Man's imagination. Sometimes sinister, yet always intriguing.