On Haptic
Pleasures: an Avalanche, the Internet,
and Handwriting
Julie Joosten
If I decided to go
mountain climbing and if, while I was climbing, the forces on the mountain snow
exceeded the snow’s strength and an avalanche formed, sweeping me downhill and
burying me in snow and ice, and if global warming somehow didn’t end my indefinite
winter and if my preserved body were discovered millennia from now by climbers
from a civilization with the capacity to date snowbound bodies with delicate
instruments and sensitive forensic tests, and if that civilization’s
scientists, interested in my provenance, made me the object of their study,
they may be able to date me to the age of elaborate dentistry,
pasteurized, fortified cow’s milk, and wireless radiation that has shaped
me. But my skeleton perhaps makes another admission that dates me more
exactly: on the third joint of my middle finger on my right hand I have
a bone spur. This bump formed incrementally over years from my
constant use of pens and pencils. I read recently that people born before
1985 are of the last generation to have grown up without the internet, and my
body (b. 1980) carries the marks of my generation, perhaps the last generation
of the writing bump on the dominant hand. I type now as much as I
handwrite, but handwriting remains for me an integral part of reading and
writing, which are always for me haptic pleasures. I never read without a
pencil in my hand and a pen nearby with my notebook. I always begin
writing with a pen in my notebook before moving to typing. I remember
when this writing bump formed—I was in grade 1—and I was amazed and proud and
delighted with its emergence. I often ran, and still do run, my pointer
finger over the bump unconsciously, a habit that soothes. Even now I take
pleasure in understanding that my body has come to accommodate writing and to
be shaped by it, that this shape is perceptible, and that the slow
sedimentation of bone rising up both to meet and to enable the act of writing
is continuously occurring, though itself imperceptible. The questions of the intersection of body and
mind, of thought and action, of a thinking that occurs on the level of the
body, are for me indistinguishable from the physical processes of reading and
writing.
Julie Joosten is the author of Light Light (Book Thug, 2013), which was a finalist for the Governor General's Award for Poetry. She lives in Toronto.
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