The Longhand Letter ~ Second Edition (2024)
The Longhand Letter ~ Second Edition (2024)
I
“How enjoyable
to be sitting in the couch
drinking a tea,
listening to quiet music
and as the oil is perfuming the flat,
reading your letter, Hugs.”
Ludovico et Heidi
Madrid, Granada
II
A longhand letter
arriving by land-post via Airmail,
a Century ago
by P&O or Cunard Liners.
In person, Personal, Confidential.
Of intimate confidences and pleasures
that no E-mail, Instagram, Facebook,
Wattsapp, Blog, Twitter or X
can equal.
To feel the crispness of pages
last touched by their author,
To see the ink, deletions,
blotting, occasional erasing,
As the writer attempts
a better phrase
to convey the meaning;
perhaps most intimate of all
in a brief, oh so brief,
and unintended palm-print or finger-print…
The face behind the veil.
To receive a dispatch
from another continent,
a window on the world
of a different civilisation,
three weeks or more
in passage arriving.
III
Seventy years on,
let your hand flow
freely across the paper;
Stay away from cyber.
Rebuke the keyboard.
Return to Paper
The Cartridge Pen, even.
And if you’re really ambitious
and desire that uniqueness
that intimacy of touch,
Then bottled ink
Conveyed by Gold or Chromium Nib.
These, dear Reader,
are the art and craft
of writing.
IV
The longhand letter
is free of cut and paste,
That illusory patchwork
of irregular writing
bewitching you
into believing
these words are just for you …
Yet circulated
to all and sundry,
Sometimes openly,
but more oft by that
horridly hidden
Silent, secretive, conniving
Blind carbon copy,
To you and me, though,
Simply bcc!
Sadly, you know different.
The scissors are obvious.
The glue is not
that which binds your souls
but is someone else’s,
And it hurts to relegate
friendship to second class status
on the pretence of a
first class standing.
The signed off name
is but the default signature
in a different font and hue,
and masquerading so cunningly,
its writer thinks,
That ancient First Class Stamp.
V
So encourage others
by writing to them
the individual longhand letter.
VI
Mark your envelope
with the locale
from which it comes,
A town or city,
Seaside resort,
Coffee house, Tea shop
A park, a Promenade even;
Something that denotes
your individuality...
And above all
the uniqueness of your letter,
and thereby…
The Uniqueness of You, dear Reader.
A ‘one-off’
Written to your friend,
Your Loved one,
Even your Lover
Let that be the most
intimate communication,
Joining afresh two halves
of one whole,
as in former days.
Such communication
is no less physical,
and is as intimate, sometimes even more so,
as those times together,
That physicality of presence.
VII
Have your pen and paper
with you,
If not,
a napkin will do.
And with your hand
and prompt dispatch by land post
and airmail,
it transforms into an heirloom,
Priceless,
A window on the world
of an earlier generation,
A different era,
A different time,
A different long-lost way of life
The Treasure of our Ancestors
Now treasured beyond description,
by your descendants.
VIII
Don't fall for the coldness
of the cyber letter,
Silly sentiments
uttered on a whim
without foundation,
without meaning,
Hanging merely
on that ubiquitous
send key.
No! Let the time
you spend in Absentia
from your loved one
be so physical,
So abounding,
So descriptive,
That from transforms to with
Unending.
Ian Bradley Marshall
Liverpool
16 Lord Street, Blackpool, 12.50am
First written January 19, 2010
10 September 2024
All Rights Reserved
LIVERPOOL
© 2010 Ian Bradley Marshall © 2024 Kenneth Thomas Webb
Digital Artwork is by © 2024 KTW © 2024 IBM unless otherwise credited.
Author’s Epilogue
In the peaceful quietude of the Parisian Room
at the top of the stairs
and through the door,
a real haven
with just the sound of the seagulls above,
wet and damp downstairs with that clinging mist off the sea,
but up here, dimmed lights and a cup of tea;
an intimate connection with Granada,
those cosy fireside chats with Mark and Steve
~ the world put to rights ~
and stroking the Cats,
And just across the way ~ my friend;
that wonderful rising Blackpool Tower;
Of delight and happy memories
to Millions
Down the centuries.
© 2021 KTW © 2021 IBM
Last published 27 February 2021.
Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.
He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.
Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.
In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.