My mother’s hand would clasp around mine, grasping the pencil, tracing the letters, I learned the art of word structure through my mother’s insistence. And her persistence was critical, for reasons I did not know until I found myself craving the crisp landscape of paper, with an ink pen as my wand, I drafted spells in countless of journals.
Some of my best, some of my most raw, some of my most pivotal writing was cast during school, during church, during bedtime in a dollar store notebook, a brand new text book, a long awaiting napkin
oh, the magic that I created with these phalanges.
Something happens when we put pencil to paper, it’s our flame to our cigarette, our blunt and our spoons. And when we’re riding that high… oh man, you know what I mean?
I mean, we can get high too from stroking the keys, clicking away, upping the word count, page numbers, justifying that our alignments are edged to percision, uploadin’ that bih, showing the world that you ain’t plannin’ on quittin’…
but if I may,
I have to remind you,
um, isn’t there something that you’re forgettin’?
Can you remember when that bright idea blossomed in our brains
and we made our marks, carved with rocks, chalks, and calk
got pretty name merry with juicy berries to brighten our bearings
remember that first line, that first shape, that first grouping
that first structure
the first spell we cast?
that spell that seeded language
the spell that promoted pensiveness,
the spell that bound all of us as one
the spell that captures our entire existence
and it’s persistence
is always incentive
because it is embroidered
somewhere very deep, somewhere very sacred,
somewhere very ancient, something very primal
under the veils of our minds
that spark us upon arrival
when we spell cast with our hands,
these magical phalanges of ours,
that activate significant
concentrates
of our human nature,
of our human drive
of our human souls
from our literary roots
that have come to grow
so I thought I’d let you know
that maybe it’s time to take a chance
and envelope yourself
in a primordial trance
and embrace the tracing,
the sculpting
the religious imprinting
of our reality of existence,
put that pencil to paper
remember what it is
to be human again…
-B. Brown
Thank you for reading 🙂 If you’ve been spending so much time behind the screen, trying to figure out what to write, when to write, how to write, then maybe it’s time to revert back to more basic measures. Our brains act differently when we write, pencil in hand, versus when we type, tap dancing with our fingers. You can reach different areas of your mind because the action is so deeply embedded in our kind. Don’t be afraid to shake off these contemporary measures and get back to your roots. And it’s probably a good idea to develop a healthy balance between the two, alternate. I hope this post helps. Have a beautiful day 🙂
(http://www.educationnews.org/technology/research-handwriting-spurs-brain-activity-typing-doesnt/)
