I had not done the pen/paper thing for years. Then, 3 a.m. about two weeks ago, I ended a sentence so forcefully I stabbed the notepad. The ink didn’t bleed, though.
I think the saliva and the dead skin cells really make the note.
I haven’t yet reached a point where technology could not meet my need for expression of myself … but sometimes it seems inadequate for the understanding of the words of others. I’ll try biting my tongue.
hello.…I’d love to see your every post like this, I love writing, pen on paper, call me old fashioned, but it looks beautiful to see as well as to read. As if the person writing is still attached…
isabelle | 08.12.07, 22:52
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: you have lovely handwriting.
Miles Away — I do, yes. I may not use it so much now, but I still have to touch paper occasionally, screw it up, use it. Just for that sensation.
Ani — And that’s one of the reason. You can stab your finger on a key, but it just doesn’t have the same effect.
Bohémienne — May technology never stop having that effect. It hasn’t on me. Yet. Only temporarily.
Rob — Like a heroin addict with no veins. Yes. Yes. Yes. Exactly. I still have my stationery fetish, too.
Isabelle — I would love every post in this form too. Unfortunately I am too verbose, and my hand would get tired from all that writing. Plus, the scanning. I hate the scanning. Why can’t I just write direct onto the screen like this?
Miss T — You’ve said it before, yes. But I am still very flattered.
The nuns taught us to write with ‘fountain pens’. My pen was the colour of a violent blush, nudging maroon.…
.…unscrew the two halves of the pen and then dip it into the small white inkwell on the desk corner. Squeeze the rubber cartridge, then release it, as the black ink magically rises to fill it. Move the silver nib over the ‘Feint blue lined’ page, trace the thin inky trail as it leaks words…
the quiet absorption of writing like this, the sound of nib on paper, the flow of the ink, the tiny ritual of returning to the inkwell to refill.…..this was bliss and had a kind of gentle zen to it…I miss it.
akiterises — It sounds beautiful. I always wanted to be able to write with a fountain pen, but unfortunately my natural clumsiness seemed to forbid it, not to mention my slight OCD tendencies about getting ink on my fingers.
Peach — Very true, though as anyone who has heard me on a keyboard will confirm, I am more thwack thwack bash bash than tippity tippity type type. There is definitely something slightly violent about my typing.
