Sunday, August 2, 2009
I wonder if I can bring back to mind some of the free verse that used to grace the envelope reverse of my snail mail correspondences back in my vagabond days before the pc when my cacography was a bit tamer. I still had GH occasionally interpret my scratches for me. A hell of a thing to not even be able to read one's own writing. My sister's calligraphic nuances impressed me no end until I discovered that she would write her missive over before posting. It was still a very lovely display of script with a good payload of essence.