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.
Labels:
becoming a writer,
fetish,
longhand,
pen,
writer
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.
Labels:
composition,
cross-out,
handwriting,
longhand,
pen and paper
12.29.2018
3.08.2014
first script
No neatly printed page can equal the beauty of handwritten lines in a notebook.
Labels:
beauty,
handwritten,
longhand,
notebook,
print,
script,
visual form
12.28.2013
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.)
(n.b.: on the fifth night without power.)
Labels:
computer age,
longhand,
machine age,
notebook,
typewriter,
word processing
1.13.2011
unhurried hand
It was the kind of poem one felt had been written in pen, in longhand.
Labels:
hand work,
longhand,
pen,
slow poetry
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