It is not enough to want the things in life that bring you the most relevant topics of energy and a host of other clouded thoughts to show a daily regimen of finger foods, and plum tree pickings set upon a platter for everyone to indulge And you find that there are errors in the works that you compose Because who sits outside at those ungodly hours with a shovel, some Marlboros, and half a pack of bird-seed just waiting for the plants to grow? I want to water gardens that we used to sow I want to sprinkle gem-packed dirt on vines and branches And even if they tell me its all about the root: The bane of my existence is somewhere closer to soot and ashes packed a mile wide with furrows and frowns and quizzical eyes. And I’ll reconsider my definition of what I thought was wise If you can dig past a facade of prized paintings. Miracle lines. Every piece was written. All of it was movement. What is meant, is centralized.
-Promise Newell
a live coal in the sea
I want your handwriting.
Have you ever considered how strange it is that handwriting fonts have come to convey a kind of folksy authenticity in the design lexicon of our age? It’s disingenuous. Handwriting fonts - especially the ones you see everywhere (Comic Sans, Papyrus, Lucida Handwriting) - are mechanically reproduced and manipulated into a kind of cloying, fake, plastic perfection.
Penmanship is mostly a lost art - it is (rightfully) taught less and less in school, and the opportunities for people to see your handwriting are few and far between. As a result, modern handwriting looks really cool. What’s authentic and charming and inviting about real handwriting are the little imperfections that prove it came from a real person.
SO - I have decided to become a collector of handwriting.
Here’s how it works:
- You reblog this or email/Facebook me
- I’ll arrange for you to pick up a template
- You’ll fill it out
- I will create a TrueType font from your handwriting and send it to you
As I collect handwriting, I will periodically post things rendered in the handwriting of the donor - things they have taught me, important aspects of our relationship, jokes they have told me… we’ll see.
Please donate today.
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Cool.
Oh my god, I totally went to a seminar on the condition this girl has but I cannot for the life of me remember what it’s called.
synesthesia!
Thanks! I think that having that would be either the coolest thing in the world or the worst.
we’ve been discussing it in ap psych recently. i think it’d be nice to have just for a week, to test out. i’ve always associated numbers, letters, days and the weeks, and months with particular colours (for instance, five is always a golden yellow, three is crimson, wednesday is a dull, softer orange) but i’ve never actually physically seen those colours. i think that would be so cool, though.
you don’t have to physically see it to have synesthesia. Like, if you mean you know the letters are black yet they all still are different colors to you in your head, I’m pretty sure that still qualifies.
that book’s first of all terribly written and secondly just deals with the very extremes of lexical synesthesia, when you actually see it in the air and can’t block it out.
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids’ flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life’s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis-e.e. cummings
(My computer isn’t working, hasn’t for months, so I won’t be posting at all for awhile.)
(fireworks from last night)
I’ll be gone for a week.
‘But you’re only seven,’ I said. Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
I promise you, I'm not giving this my all, not trying to change this
I swear I know that, though, I know what you see. I see it too. I don’t know what to do.
