Showing posts with label longhand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label longhand. Show all posts

10.24.2022

for want of a pen

Sometimes I think I became a writer solely because I love holding a nice pen.

11.18.2020

so long longhand

Will I ever again return to writing longhand, and the pleasure of seeing the letters unfold slowly into words across the page. Nothing written can be taken back without crossing-out.

12.29.2018

fall in

Often when writing longhand the letters stagger into the harsh light of the page.

3.08.2014

first script

No neatly printed page can equal the beauty of handwritten lines in a notebook.

12.28.2013

sound scape

Longhand: The sound of words being scratched out (in both senses) on paper.

11.02.2011

skips a generation

In the era of word processing software, the poet faced with a protracted power outage reverts to longhand as though the machine age, represented by the typewriter, never happened.

(n.b.: on the fifth night without power.)

1.13.2011

unhurried hand

It was the kind of poem one felt had been written in pen, in longhand.