About Us

It all started with a letterpress. It always starts with a letterpress. Some years ago we were nothing more than a ragtag band of rabble-rousers with a mild addiction for reading. Nothing heavy; adventure stories with pirates and buried treasure, a damsel in distress, rockets to Mars, magic swords and curses out of ancient Babylon. We ate myths and legends for dinner with a side of folklore for dessert.

Soon we were drinking ourselves stupid on cheap Bukowski and smoking the Beats down to the filter. And somewhere along the way the books just weren’t enough anymore, the need grew heavier. We bought a smuggled copy of Tropic of Cancer out of the back of a car down some darkly-lit alley and shot up Burroughs in squalid rooms. We stared in the glass dimly and saw our reflections in schizophrenic narratives.
There was still magic in the world, but the darkness in the ink of so many pages read in the dead of night had filtered into our thoughts. There were shadows everywhere. Multinational corporations tracking our movements; secretive, governmental agencies intruding into our thoughts, our actions...our reading habits. Waking up from the dreams of youth and rebellion against authority packaged in sanitary wrappings and priced to sell cheaply on dollar racks in cities between here and nowhere, we realized the monsters and villains of our bedtime stories were ever so real and running the show.
We wrote poetry to the denizens of our dreams, to the people we had once been and the lovers we had lost on the way, but we also wrote poetry railing against the things that are and dreaming of the things that might be. But all of our poetry and angst didn’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Our voices were faint compared to the din of capitalist, consumer culture gone critical, the ancient churning of the war machine drowning out all rational thought and marching us down the road to empire.
That’s when we found the old letterpress. She was beautiful. She was half a ton of cast iron with curves the devil designed. She was a link to the past. She was the heavy chains of fate wrapping around our souls. Fate spoke; it had been decided. Eventually, we collected more presses capable of printing more and more varied texts and books. The letterpress will always be our first love, but the times demand of us more, demand we blanket this town and this world with the scraps and fragments of our dreams.
Our waking nightmares are fodder for the mill, grinding out letters and words and sentences and poems and novels, a whole ecology of the fictions we tell ourselves to reveal truths and lies barely concealed beneath the thin veneer of a cynical, childish narrative.

We write our own lives, accepting our many faults as proof of our immortality.
Located in Olympia, Washington, Last Word Press specializes in offset and letterpress printing, book binding and creative design. Our primary focus is the printing and publication of obscure, esoteric and underground literature, but we’ve been known to print just about anything from business cards, wedding invitations, coloring books, beer labels, stickers, buttons and zines.


The naysayers of the orbis digitalis have long declared the death of the printed word, but we refuse to let that happen. For inquiries into our various projects or submissions email us at lastwordpress@gmail.com.

More than ever we believe in the need to invest in the traditions and habits of the printed word, to give voice to the lives and livelihood of a life that cannot be captured in pixels alone, a life that is more than the sum of its reading. With each our own story to tell we must capture that illusive spirit that lives between the lines and after the closing of the book of our days, where we all live past dreams and remembrances of things past.


Long live the word!

























1 comment:

Sharon Presley said...

I see that you are selling an essay of mine that I wrote for Social Anarchism. You did not ask my permission and since I happen to believe in copyrights, this is a violation of my rights. It is NOT OK for you to profit from something I have created without any compensation to me. My work is not fair game for you to exploit. And ha, I bet you claim you don't believe in exploitation.
And btw it would have been very easy to find me if you had made the slightest attempt. Google my name and you will find an address that I can be contacted at. Even aside from the discourtesy of profiting from my work, it is a rude thing to do. If I reprint someone's work, I ask their permission even if no money is involved.