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

denial.. wtf

im in de nile.. up shit crick without a paddle.. <<cliche

denial.
i was never one to deny anyone much of anything.  i would give the shirt off my back.  yet.. when it comes to me, it could be said that i live my life in denial.  heh.  i deprive and deny myself of a lot of things..  but thats not the kind of denial we are talking about.  this is serious stuff.  life altering stuff.  and right now.. i wanna deny even writing about it.  i will prolly spend these 20 some odd minutes writing a bunch of fluff.. just so i dont have to look at myself. 

interesting.

life altering.. in a good way.  but we avoid pain at all cost.  even if the end result could be.. more than likely will be.. good.  my grandma apparently was full of wonderful cliches.. one being 'everything happens for a reason'.. but there are some things you have to work at.  i dont know if i believe everything happens for a reason.  i believe we have to try.. not let some fate work its magic.  that is denial.  i dont want to do the work.  im lazy.  but just by sitting here writing.. i am working at it.  baby steps.  like.. really.. a slug's slither.. but its forward momentum.

i dont know that i am in denial. <<this is denial at its best yall!  i just dont want to deal.  i see myself.  sometimes i dont like what i see.  but thats not an uncommon thing.  denial.. isnt that for people who refuse to look?  i look all the time.  and i seethe.  and i laugh.  and i cry.  and i feel..  its painful to look.. i dont know why.  im not so different than other people.. not really different at all. 

hm.

im missing something.  something i havent looked at perhaps?  prolly what i am in denial about.

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  1. RosieJanuary 24, 2012 at 10:37 AM

    I hope I don't have much to say because this box is tiny.

    There is a study out that suggests that depressed people more accurately describe themselves and have less denial about things in general. Introspection brings us down :)

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