The scritch of a pencil being sharpened, or a fountain pen on paper,
the busy clack or hunt-and-peck of a typewriter,
the expected or unexpected b-r-r-r-ing of a telephone,
the overt or covert click of a camera shut-ter,
the whisper or [sigh] of a page turning,
the Tik-Tok I mean the tick-tock of a clock,
all available as digital simulations,
so we can indulge our nostalgia at whim.
What sounds will the next generation simulate?
The silence of eyes staring at screens?
I’ve never been clear whether
that’s laughing online or laughing out loud.
Either way, I’m really not.
What sounds will the next generation simulate? The silence of eyes staring at screens?
Artist, writer, storyteller, spy. Okay, not a spy…I was just going for the rhythm.
I call myself “an inveterate dabbler.” (And my husband calls me “an invertebrate babbler.”) I just love to create one way or another. My latest passion is telling true stories live, on stage. Because it scares the hell out of me.
As a memoirist, I focus on the undercurrents. Drawing from memory, diaries, notes, letters and photographs, I never ever lie, but I do claim creative license when fleshing out actual events in order to enhance the literary quality, i.e., what I might have been wearing, what might have been on the table, what season it might have been. By virtue of its genre, memoir also adds a patina of introspection and insight that most probably did not exist in real time.