....with
handwriting...
If I was IT guru, I could make an "Apple-2" - to generate the hand-writing tool that would replace or compliment the keyboard and inspire people to hand-write special texts.
It would be so much more personal to hand-write and receive handwritten letters, especially appreciated by romantic lovers, wouldn`t it? Can`t you smell a Valentine here? :)
Seriously, I think it would be great to hand-write directly, without printing, scanning etc.
I believe that the most meaningful in this world is unexplainable. Handwriting could be one of examples here. When we look at handwritten text, it is not even visual & cognitive perception of words we get - it is something more that we sense about it. It is more complex and inspirational. Healthy.
Another thing that made me think about the magic of handwriting is the time I spend with my daughter to teach her writing skills. It is a magical feeling of reality...When I hold the pen in my hand...it feels like transformation of my heart and mind into the textual message I create...
Recently, I have been reading about few romantic love stories in the history. One of them is somewhat legendary and widely known - about Napoleon Bonaparte and his Josephine. Their correspondence inspires to think about deep inner feelings people are capable for each other. As an example, below I have copied one of his letters to her:
Marmirolo, July 17, 1796
I have received your letter, my adorable friend. It has filled my heart with joy. I am grateful to you for the trouble you have taken to send me the news. I hope that you are better today. I am sure that you have recovered. I earnestly desire that you should ride on horseback: it cannot fail to benefit you.
Since I left you, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your tears, your affectionate solicitude. The charms of the incomparable Josephine kindle continually a burning and a glowing flame in my heart. When, free from all solicitude, all harassing care, shall I be able to pass all my time with you, having only to love you, and to think only of the happiness of so saying, and of proving it to you? I will send you your horse, but I hope you will soon join me. I thought that I loved you months ago, but since my separation from you I feel that I love you a thousand fold more. Each day since I knew you, have I adored you yet more and more. This proved the maxim of Bruyere, that "love comes all of a sudden," to be false. Everything in nature has its own course, and different degrees of growth.
Ah! I entreat you to permit me to see some of your faults. Be less beautiful, less gracious, less affectionate, less good, especially be not over-anxious, and never weep. Your tears rob me of reason, and inflame my blood. Believe me it is not in my power to have a single thought which is not of thee, or a wish I could not reveal to thee.
Seek repose. Quickly re-establish your health. Come and join me, that at least, before death, we may be able to say, "We were many days happy." A thousand kisses, and one even to Fortuna, notwithstanding his spitefulness.
BONAPARTE
I think this letter would tell us more, if handwritten. Don`t you think?
Can you sense somewhat more of Napoleon in his handwritten letter to Josephine, copied below:
The
story of Pierre Abelard and Heloise is another one of the templates of this narrative.
Less known, therefore I placed the short story of theirs here:
Both Abelard and Heloise were prominent intellectuals of twelfth century France. Abelard, of noble birth and eighteen years the senior of Heloise, was a prominent lecturer in philosophy. Abelard was an adventurous thinker, and was constantly at odds with the Church. On several occasions he was forced to recant and burn his writings.
Heloise was a strong-willed and gifted woman who was fluent in Latin, Greek and Hebrew, and came from a lower social standing than Abelard. At age 19, and living under her uncle Fulbert's roof, Heloise fell in love with Abelard, who she was studying under. Not only did they have a clandestine affair of a sexual nature, they had a child, Astrolabe, out of wedlock. Discovered by the Fulbert (who was a Church official), Abelard was assaulted by a hired thug and castrated, and Heloise entered a convent. Abelard was exiled to Brittany, where he lived as monk. Eventually Heloise became abbess of the Oratory of the Paraclete, an abbey which Abelard had founded.
It was at this time that they exchanged their famous letters. The letters, originally written in Latin, were passionate both in the remembrance of lost love, and the attempt to reconcile that love with their respective monastic duty to remain chaste. The tension between these two poles generates a huge amount of emotional electricity.
And again, if we read the photocopies of their handwriting - we sense their story so much closer.
I highly appreciate Internet and all the opportunities it has to offer. In Internet we can find a lot about so many things, people, stories, illusions etc. There is almost no security and anonymity, but do we really need one?
I call Internet the tool of expression, but not perception. It can help you to tell & communicate, but it can not help you to create based on online information. Even, though, it touches our visual, cognitive and audio senses and provides with lots of information - it remains superficial and can not touch our deepest senses, the unexplainable ones - like love and personality touch. I can tell you about my thoughts and facts online, however, without meeting me in person, you won`t have a true idea what kind of art am I in reality. We cant even hug, nor shake hands virtually.
So what about Apple-2 for direct handwriting?
This could be a progressive step towards the reinvention of historical values + surely sellable, especially before Valentines (wink, wink) (!)
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