Sunday, April 27, 2014

Handwriting's Gone




The good thing is,
there is no writer's cramp.
No blots on white.

Crossing of T's dotting of I's
has gone the way of pens.  Pencils.
Emily Dickinson jotting on envelopes.

Letters fly in clean Calibri lines.
Fast electric love.

Undress. Read this.

Always your very own 
hieroglyph of curly ink.
Scrap of language. Obsolete.

I perfected reclusive cursive.

Doodle. Scratch in dirt with a stick.
Cultivate posies. Place thoughts elsewhere.




tk/April 2014 


R.A.D. Stainforth delivers another masterful read...the perfect amount of tongue in cheek... 






23 comments:

  1. Fast electric love, engagingly passionate, for any muse.

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  2. scratching in the dirt....with a stick! I like this!

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  3. Reclusive cursive is a friend of mine, as well. With a fountain pen...carefully keeping pressure the same.. Lovely piece, Tess.

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  4. Ah, the feeling when words start pouring from your fingers again... Beautifully put!

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  5. This makes me feel nostalgic for the way that a person's handwriting could evoke so much sentimentally deep emotion and how we have lost a lot of that with 'fast electric love' and doing away with pens and pencils in favor of keyboard. Great post.

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  6. I love this. I still carry a journal in my purse with a pen and pencil ready to jot down some random thought. As easy as typing comes to me, I still love the smell of paper and beginning a fresh page with my handwriting.

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  7. Excellent. Well captured .... although I confess to be a lover of pen and ink and random scribblings!

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  8. Love the sentiment: a dance between the nostalgia of always writing on paper and the ease of the electronic medium.

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  9. "Fast electric love" sadly, but nice poem, reading - cool!

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  10. I perfected reclusive cursive.

    Hehehe! Love that 'new' type face!

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  11. Nimble, thoughtful, rather wise...

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  12. Amazing poem .. (I have been reduced to the most awful scribble ..)

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  13. I still jot on envelopes. Great poem, Tess!

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  14. Very beautifully written piece Tess..To me it is lyrical esp when it gets to "crossing of Ts and dotting of Is...brilliant take.

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  15. I floated along while this delightful dog Rorschac unfolded herself about me......

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  16. It is said that a person's personality is reflected in his handwriting.

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  17. Another wonderful image and a gaggle of excellent words to go with them, Tess! Bravo!

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  18. This one resonates with me. I had such a hard time learning to write poems on a computer. It just wasn't the same. Sad to say that now I prefer it, which doesn't mean that I don't miss the days of getting it all down in a lovely leather journal.

    I still do it sometimes, mostly while on vacation. And I still write letters, too.

    =)

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  19. Yes I use calibri lines too... such a friendly font. But if I'm on a train or plane I still use my notebook. A bit in the style of word process writing... just re-writing over again.

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  20. I could feel the words on the paper, lovely poem.
    Cultivate posies. Place thoughts elsewhere. I shall remember these words...

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  21. The way we get our thoughts on the page certainly has changed hasn't it? Love this Tess!!

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  22. I loved it! The lines "Doodle. Scratch in dirt with a stick. Cultivate posies. Place thoughts elsewhere." Enjoyed it!

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― O. Henry (and me)