reclaiming prose

I’ve always enjoyed Roy Batty’s last lines from Blade Runner:

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

It seems to me that in my life I used to be more prosaic. I used to care more about words than I do now. Nowadays I care a lot about ideas, discussion, debate, but less about expression. Searching for some new places, I ran across Mandy Brown’s Working Library, and I have really enjoyed perusing its archives. The work is thoughtful and well-written.

I am trying. I purchased an old typewriter a bit back, and I’ve been typing letters to friends. The experience slows down the whole communication process, and while it has not made me better with words, it has certainly made me more thoughtful. But I fear something about using words well is gone and lost in my personality. The typing experience feels like the frivolity of email, paired with the inconvenience of time-lag and cost of a stamp.

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