Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Deafening

T
( original post Sat Jun 25, 2011, 2:19 PM )

i wish that you were reading me.
in all my life, i have never regarded silence as deafening or uncomfortable. i welcome it with open arms because, sometimes, there is just too much noise in this world. funny coming from a musician. i often feel noise polluted.. bombarded.. so i retreat into the solace of silence. but in the silence.. there are thoughts. the mind is never quiet. i relish the mind.

a friend asked me yesterday.. what do deaf people hear? i imagine beautiful things. birds that sing in hues of blue and green.. flowers that whisper and giggle in the breeze.. i imagine they could even hear the corners of the most lovely mouth curl up into a fleeting smile..

what does happiness sound like... or anger... or melancholy?

our silent moments are... well... you know. dont you? havent i told you every day, since the moment we first danced.. do you hear my words in your head... my laugh... my voice?
do you hear my truth..
can you hear love?
today, the silence is deafening. resounding. the same thoughts rage through my mind like a freight train.  is it enough to love... to give your heart and soul to someone.. as i write this.. the sweetest sadness i have ever heard, Barber's Adagio for Strings, plays in the background.  i opted to actually listen to music now, because the silence is just too much..

i wish you were reading me. if you are.. can you hear me?

W
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