of direct contact
all of this writing i have been doing lately had me out buying a new book today. a blank one, ready to be filled.
typing accomplishes a lot, but only in rare and precious circumstances can it provide the closeness i think we all crave as humans. there is something about being able to touch a piece of paper, feel the grooves the pen made when that hand translated that thought or feeling, much like the feel of vinyl on a turntable, direct contact.
i particularly have trouble typing poetry and lyrics. i prefer to be elsewhere, outside, in random places, at a stop light, in the bathroom at a club, wherever that muse hits me and i need to capture that moment, and rarely is that in front of my box.
so i have provided myself the space, hoping, somehow knowing, that i will be graced with something handwritten, to bring back here to share...
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