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Ink and parchment

There is something to be said about putting pen to paper: it creates permanence.

The passions, the hesitations, the fury, and the intensity — all of it, yes, all of it is splayed outward, arms and legs akimbo, in ink and smudge and crispness and honesty. Nothing is hidden in the dips and folds; nothing can be failed, cannot be intuited from the curves and the straights.

There is a brutal forthrightness that comes at the intersection of ink and parchment that cannot be replaced by digitizations or verbalization. The nature of the medium both demands and creates a unique truth.



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In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.


3 thoughts on “Ink and parchment

  1. It’s a much more intimate act, coaxing the ink from the pen to caress the paper with permanence. Writing this way imitates life; there are smudges and stains, misspellings and omissions. There is no backspace button. No delete. There is a kinisthetic honesty to the act.

    Posted by Mrs Fever | 24 February 2014, 1058 EST

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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