must have started with crayons: Crayola, usually the
small box. The crayons aged, were much abused, broken, the palettes
fell into a heating grate and cooked, perfuming the house.
Pencils were okay, kind of boring, and when sharpened, allegedly
dangerous. Be careful with that, you could put your
The pencils moved between blue lines on faded gray speckled tablet
into words into sentences into paragraphs, the user marveling that
formed words which formed language, and that the human brain could
The writer eventually tended to produce long sentences - despite the
adjectives and adverbs had been sacrificed. Long sentences could be
in a vibe of Short Attention Span Lit. Punctuation might also be
Pens were ballpoint or felt-tip or fountain type, multi-colored inks
and exploding between journal covers in stream-of-consciousness rant.
and pencils co-mingled, consorting in various desk drawers.
Typing classes seemed mind-numbing: the pounding of keys, such action
morphing young brains and fingers into assembly-line mode, creating
mind-deadening language. Classic typewriters could however make fine
Word processors were not as annoying as typewriters, and more
though either could take away the magic and rhythm of the organic
flowing pen –
typing somehow being the antithesis of same.
In ink I used to write and draw on my denim-covered cardboard school
kept personal journal pages therein. Dear
History Instructor Becker, if you are not dead and are reading this,
return my confiscated journals. I need the notes.