The Joy of Writing by Hand: An Essay at The Rumpus
From a piece I published at The Rumpus a few weeks ago about writing by hand, letters, stationary and marriage.
Writing by hand does remind you, primally, of what this crazy thing
we do is made of. The careful spilling of ink on paper, the joints and
girders of letters. Paragraphs as immovable as cornerstones and the
proud stab of a punctuation mark. The occupational hazards of a rip in
the paper’s membrane or a smear on your shirt sleeve. Cluttered,
imperfect business. Like life.