There is nothing that I love more,
besides playing music or visiting natural reserves and the sea of course, than
writing with my fountain pens. In this instance I bring my cheap collection of
plastics Lamys that I bough at the art store. I use to paint and draw and
mostly I loved doing watercolours. There was a period of my life that I wasn't
doing music, though that is hard to believe, and I had plenty of time in
college doing my essays and art. I lived in a very colourful nature filled area
-- that has disappeared. And even further back it was even more incredible but
people have little idea of what they lost to silly overcrowding. I bring my
pens with books and write for hours and walk the surf. If I go with someone I
usually don't bring those things, so there is a good thing to being alone and
being with company too. I love Key Biscayne that is very near. I use to work in
that area too, but it definitely was better back then. I never brought an
instrument though I have thought of bring a ukulele all my instruments are
expensive and haven't fixed the less expensive ones. What I come back home is
great poetry and one can look at it, rewrite it, but it is always fun like a moment
photograph of that experience. (The picture was a few weeks ago when I was last
there.)
Showing posts with label Fountain pen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fountain pen. Show all posts
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Friday, January 28, 2011
Well, a few days ago, on the news they said there will be no teaching of cursive longhand. What can you do, that was surely coming with less and less people interested in writing longhand. The penmanship will suffer. I was brought up liking first Natalie Goldberg, “Writing down the Bones.” In this she uses an inexpensive Sheaffer and write as much as you like, get the writing going. I bought other books by her but met the books of Julia Cameron which also prefers the pen on paper. There are many good things about writing on Microsoft office fixes one spelling. Yet, to me as others I met on the way writings has been a thrill. It gives you the action one can write anywhere there is a pen, if one decides to write one’s story or poems they are so much better writing them much longer if one has pen them. The writing of one’s hand is something personal like art; yet, people are living too fast a pace to fully appreciate it. It doesn’t take much to learn it in elementary so why this finality to end it, so the teachers won’t complain for children to write neater. I guess cursive writing will go the path of calligraphy. Hopefully, this will inspire writing with more unique pens; seek them out as a folk art maybe on the net. This is a Stipula Vedo, Italian pen, my favorite with a bottle of Waterman ink
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cursive writing,
Fountain pen
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
A Day in Summer
Ever since I was young enough to read I got into world religions and Zen and Vedanta in particular. My music has flowed from these wellspring as it was greatly admired by Aldous Huxley and Christopher Isherwood and the Alan Watts which I read everything he wrote at one time. I am here at school with a few copies of American Poetry Review which I haven't been able to read for a while, but will shortly. It is summer now very hot in Florida and always in the news is the oil spill. I hope that I can go to the beach before any oil spill, for that is my year round fun on the beach especially in summer. In summer one always eats the summery cold salads, and sandwiches. My eating has always been around Zen and Yoga ideas. One fine tunes to the ukulele sound and the songs that pour forth into splashes of fountain pen colors. We take these roads where ever they take us and to me on paper it been fountain pen recollections or presences.
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Fountain pen,
Zen
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