2001

NOT CASLON
Typeface

Typeface design

MARK ANDRESEN
Specimen design & illustrations

MARK ANDRESEN
NoT Caslon

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NoT Ca slon
A TypefAc e anD Type Specimen.
...n ot HeLLfire hot...just plain
olD FURNACe hot...thank
Goodness, TOO,because

de signeD, WritTen & illus trateD by
Mark AnDREsen
†
I'm o n t h e p h o n e w i t h
REverenD
LORitA m Y V o u d o u
HoneycuTT G O D m o T h e r

CoFfin
GambleIT'S About the old cedar
the work
from the Nursery FounD in MY Front men
Yard

the Palm TrEE...

while planting

I was on the phone because they planTed iT

OVER The rough-hewn Log BoX
ANywaY... and now this GHost was Giving us

"You
A a A a B b B b Cc C D d D E e E e problems...
F f F f G g H h H I i J j K k K L l L Mm So she says,
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S s S s Tt T t U u U V v V W w W w Ain't afRaid
XxxYyZzz of Dead People
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Are you, Baby?"
she says this in a Pitying Honeyed voice like
always does when she needs to make a poinshe t...

§ Now she wants me to Dig iT UP AND

open the coffin...my eyes all rolling upward
emigre Fonts ...open it...
BeCause she needs to come over
and do a CeremonY over it NexT day, she and Juanika, her
...Stop this Ghost...this is bad... beautiful.petite daughter drive up
Reverend Gamble is a good friend
of mine...being initiated...
ZooooooooooooooooooooM !adillA C
she's my Godmother. They step out of her white C

dE-SpOOK
when she says She's got To comE over and with VouDou objects and we
aring
ceremonial CloThes...
she says to me:
the place, I believe Her... "Don't worry about
The neighbors.
Darlin'
...Tell them I'm
your
NEW
MAID."
...and she starts
laughing...
"Where's COFfin?"
the open
she's angry....I tell her I
COULDN'T open the box
because they planted
A Tree on top of it.
 it was a corner of some old unadorned
cofFIn...definitely unopened....
Digging
a chore...
it up just this far was

So now the Reverend is on the

telephone long Distance TO A
Cuban SanTERO
in MIAmi - Only it's got to GO
thru a Translator because he
doesn't speak English-
Cellular
phone
in one
hanD,
CoconuT
shells in
the OTher:
She's
w o r k i n g ...
BuT,I had DUG Up near The
corner of the concrete sidewalk
**
apparently
and the palm all morning we have to
y e s t e r d a y . . . D I G g i N g . . .w h e r e t h e ask
tt h i s s p i r i t
prEhisTop.ri..c black
suburban lawn if he will
cooperate...
meeTs
soupy Sw A m ShelL tosSING...

BOX
heads or tails...
sed - was the
and there - expo
...
 Reverend Gamble is SINGING...
chanting in a low lovely voice

aFRICAn
in an

dialECT as they work....

hauntinglyBeautiful.
eyes closed I can Almost
hear that coFfin groan...

§
but the buried man would
not give his name...
Buried in hAsTE
afTeR A
hot-HEaded
creole DuAlbetween
rival plantation
families...
...Buried Here
on land owned by
NicholAS HE N E E d.E D
Chauvin B L O O D . .
dE laFrenierE... lIFEFORCE...(and it was
e of
my little slicom
... in the TANgled swamp
suburban hurbeeS TEAd
where nobody could find him... H
his soul had been now)... dist T D Enoug
SLEEping for OVER 200 Years to kill the Nex
until he was disturbed... door neighbor's PoODlE...
...The reverend was
going to pick up a few
things AND COme BACk
ToMorRow...
I was relieved...Then
she mentions animal sacrifice
of a ROOSTER and I wince
Involuntarily...
BmA b y, "she says,"don't give
e
T h a T L O o k :
this is freedom of religion
and this is
MY Religion
Ain't no different than eating
QueeZy on me...
Popeyes fried chicken...so don't get

W h o s e B l o o d
do you want to give anyway? "
...all bug-eyed and laughing for
eO.K.,mI say...P.I wasn
H a't disag
s ireeinSg anyw
. .ay....
.
We're going to sacrifice a rooster and move the
GHOst A MaCHETte &
Dead man's from the front
yard to the back yard where he'd be content & l iT c a n d l e s . ..
leave us alone....that's the plan anyway... ....chanting....
The roosTeR is pulled
I just wanted it OVER,....can'T work out of his bag, and
with
un rul y spo okS
- especially one i don't know-
he seems to know
his doom is
approaching
because he lets out
wAlking thru the housE... some ear piercingly
loud squalling...
an introduction would be nice... continuing the
...Instead, light switches and radios. ru
even
ckus
Sun day morning...
the Reverend and her da
after he lost his
head too...
ughter
come over again AT dawN...new Surely the whole
things for the continuation neighborhood is
of the Ceremony...now we have a awake by now.
new hole dug and seven kinds of but I don't care...
beans...in a gunny sack I see the Reverend is
the movement of
the roosTEr...
laughing and
pretty Casual
she's sin gi ng again....then about the whole thing....I've
seen stranger CERemoniEs of hERs...
a CIGA R
she goes in my house and rouses my
wife
Paula from her bed...everybody's
she's smoking
Rum
got to join in....
"sheDon't turn around."
says,"whatever you do, Don't turn around."
and spraying from a bottle...
...commanding the spook to jump
in the shallow hole... I'm
VouDou RITUal
...and she begins to Work her imagining
Bor is Karloff standing behind me...
I fEEl the presence of a fifth person....
a cold chill on my neck...
 Sh e's ma kin
him jump in the hole
g
by giving him cigar smoke, rum,
ROOSTer blood and beans at the bottom...
it woRKs...
WoOOOosh!
Paula,being a little sleepy,
Tries to turn around a little
and Rev. Gamble screams
"NOOoooooo, Baby, no..."
but IT wAs over!
*
By nine o'clock we're
all siTTing on the
back deck as the
Temperature climbs...
a hundred in
the shade...
drinking chicory
coffEE and smoking
the REST of the fine CIGAR...
AH...The pEaCe
and quiEt....