The Lost Art Of Postcard Writing by queenofcrows1, literature
Literature
The Lost Art Of Postcard Writing
Here it is already August and I have received only one postcard this summer. It was sent to me by a European friend who was traveling in Mongolia (as far as I could deduce from the postage stamp) and who simply sent me his greetings and signed his name. The picture in color on the other side was of a desert broken up by some parched hills without any hint of vegetation or sign of life, the name of the place in characters I could not read. Even receiving such an enigmatic card pleased me immensely. This piece of snail mail, I thought, left at the reception desk of a hotel, dropped in a mailbox, or taken to the local post office, made its unkno
It is not so long since most personal letters, after an extremely formal salutation, began "I take my pen in hand." We do not see that so much nowadays, but the spirit lingers. Pick up the average letter and you cannot fail to discover that the writer has grimly taken his pen in hand and, filled with one thought, has attacked the paper. That one thought is to get the thing over with.
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And perhaps this attitude of getting the thing over with at all costs is not so bad after all. There are those who lament the passing of the ceremonious letter and others who regret that the "literary" letter—the kind of letter that can be published&md
Basic Training Letters by queenofcrows1, literature
Literature
Basic Training Letters
While my son is in basic training with the Air Force, we can only communicate via mail. Remember the mail? Where you wrote out the envelope and applied a stamp? In this world of emails, text messaging and skype, old fashioned letter writing is a lost art.
The Saturday before Mother’s Day, I received flowers from my oldest and his wife. I also received a letter from my son in basic. I had hoped he’d be able to call, but not until the 4th week. This letter is most precious. It’s short. He wished me a happy mother’s day. He’s fine and wanted more football news. So mundane, but I find myself reading it over and
The Hand-written Letter by queenofcrows1, literature
Literature
The Hand-written Letter
When I heard the US Postal Service would no longer be delivering mail on Saturdays starting this August, a little ping of apprehension and sadness hit me. One of the best parts of my day is getting the mail. I know this is not the case for everyone. Bills come in the mail. Useless flyers from new dentists and Chinese restaurants in town also come in the mail. But every evening when I head out to my mailbox…
I hope there will be a letter.
There is little else that brings as much joy to my day as receiving a letter from my mom or a friend. In all the BBC period dramas that I obsessively watch, receiving a letter is a big deal. Women br
I am an artist
I flourish in paint and pastels
swamped in pencils, pens, brushes
my heart is bleeding creativity
longing to make breath out of paper
pounding, pounding, pounding
let life pulse through me
onto my page
words reveal their secrets to me
I am living
embraced by epistolary
Characters and born
I relive every moment
with a cup of tea
warm and fresh
it smells like roses and lavander.
The night belongs to me.
Letters Are Valuable! by queenofcrows1, literature
Literature
Letters Are Valuable!
Epistolary literature is valuable, in the first place, to the student of history and biography. ‘Nothing,” as Horace Walpole justly observes,’ gives so just an idea of an age as genuine letters; nay, history waits for its last seal for them;’ and Bacon says that ‘letters of affairs . . . are, of all others, the best instructions of history, and to a diligent reader the best histories themselves.’ To a biographer, this literature is almost indispensable; for in his letters we get nearer than anywhere else to a man’s inner life — to his motives, principles, and intentions. A man will often confide
The Lost Art Of Postcard Writing by queenofcrows1, literature
Literature
The Lost Art Of Postcard Writing
Here it is already August and I have received only one postcard this summer. It was sent to me by a European friend who was traveling in Mongolia (as far as I could deduce from the postage stamp) and who simply sent me his greetings and signed his name. The picture in color on the other side was of a desert broken up by some parched hills without any hint of vegetation or sign of life, the name of the place in characters I could not read. Even receiving such an enigmatic card pleased me immensely. This piece of snail mail, I thought, left at the reception desk of a hotel, dropped in a mailbox, or taken to the local post office, made its unkno
It is not so long since most personal letters, after an extremely formal salutation, began "I take my pen in hand." We do not see that so much nowadays, but the spirit lingers. Pick up the average letter and you cannot fail to discover that the writer has grimly taken his pen in hand and, filled with one thought, has attacked the paper. That one thought is to get the thing over with.
[2]
And perhaps this attitude of getting the thing over with at all costs is not so bad after all. There are those who lament the passing of the ceremonious letter and others who regret that the "literary" letter—the kind of letter that can be published&md
Basic Training Letters by queenofcrows1, literature
Literature
Basic Training Letters
While my son is in basic training with the Air Force, we can only communicate via mail. Remember the mail? Where you wrote out the envelope and applied a stamp? In this world of emails, text messaging and skype, old fashioned letter writing is a lost art.
The Saturday before Mother’s Day, I received flowers from my oldest and his wife. I also received a letter from my son in basic. I had hoped he’d be able to call, but not until the 4th week. This letter is most precious. It’s short. He wished me a happy mother’s day. He’s fine and wanted more football news. So mundane, but I find myself reading it over and
The Hand-written Letter by queenofcrows1, literature
Literature
The Hand-written Letter
When I heard the US Postal Service would no longer be delivering mail on Saturdays starting this August, a little ping of apprehension and sadness hit me. One of the best parts of my day is getting the mail. I know this is not the case for everyone. Bills come in the mail. Useless flyers from new dentists and Chinese restaurants in town also come in the mail. But every evening when I head out to my mailbox…
I hope there will be a letter.
There is little else that brings as much joy to my day as receiving a letter from my mom or a friend. In all the BBC period dramas that I obsessively watch, receiving a letter is a big deal. Women br
I am an artist
I flourish in paint and pastels
swamped in pencils, pens, brushes
my heart is bleeding creativity
longing to make breath out of paper
pounding, pounding, pounding
let life pulse through me
onto my page
words reveal their secrets to me
I am living
embraced by epistolary
Characters and born
I relive every moment
with a cup of tea
warm and fresh
it smells like roses and lavander.
The night belongs to me.
Letters Are Valuable! by queenofcrows1, literature
Literature
Letters Are Valuable!
Epistolary literature is valuable, in the first place, to the student of history and biography. ‘Nothing,” as Horace Walpole justly observes,’ gives so just an idea of an age as genuine letters; nay, history waits for its last seal for them;’ and Bacon says that ‘letters of affairs . . . are, of all others, the best instructions of history, and to a diligent reader the best histories themselves.’ To a biographer, this literature is almost indispensable; for in his letters we get nearer than anywhere else to a man’s inner life — to his motives, principles, and intentions. A man will often confide
The Lost Art Of Postcard Writing by queenofcrows1, literature
Literature
The Lost Art Of Postcard Writing
Here it is already August and I have received only one postcard this summer. It was sent to me by a European friend who was traveling in Mongolia (as far as I could deduce from the postage stamp) and who simply sent me his greetings and signed his name. The picture in color on the other side was of a desert broken up by some parched hills without any hint of vegetation or sign of life, the name of the place in characters I could not read. Even receiving such an enigmatic card pleased me immensely. This piece of snail mail, I thought, left at the reception desk of a hotel, dropped in a mailbox, or taken to the local post office, made its unkno
I am a sixteen year old lover of tea. I'm a theatre actress, collector of antiques, letter writer, gardener, and adventurer. I love the Victorian age and my favorite colors are black, red, and silver.
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If you want there to be a Letter and Envelope Art Contest, just comment! If I get thirty plus comments I will post my address and the contest will begin! Also, prizes! The first place winner will receive $20 cash, second place winner will receive $10 cash, and the third place winner will receive $5 cash.
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I have now posted the rules and the address, so now the contest can begin. I will be taking entries from August 18 through January 1. Rules and address are posted on my page ~queenofcrows1 (https://www.deviantart.com/queenofcrows1).