Poetry By
David M. Harris
Published on: 8/10/2015
Tools
Manual typewriters, when everyone used them. Then electrics. Then computers, early, starting with dot-matrix printers -- three novels (one published), many bad stories and some not so bad. A newspaper column. An advisor: "Write a journal by hand." Overboard, of course. Dip pen and inkwell, and handmade Tibetan notebook (leather cover, soft paper, ink feathering beautifully and illegibly). I learned. I got Mont Blancs, Parkers, cheap beautiful Chinese fountain pens. Notebooks with fine, smooth paper. New materials, new processes, revised my writing. A notebook sits easy in a pocket with a pen, a portable word processor. Always ready, tempting and expecting use. I can amuse myself with ink colors, crowd the page with evolving revisions, write in lines, not paragraphs. Each word hand-crafted. Sometimes the tools shape the worker.
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