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

gathered thoughts

ok, lemme gather my thoughts here...
(original post Wed Jun 22, 2011, 3:51 PM)
fiction or not, intriguing. i cant help but wonder if pushing boundaries is an experiment in humanity and its often tiresome but MORE often wonderful complexities. hmm.. artists often push boundaries.. looking beyond the seemingly obvious. i could write for days on that subject alone, but that isnt any new idea. i am willing to trust that what you want is just to know me. not such a stretch of the imagination. refreshing, actually. interesting that you are willing to push your own boundaries, not just others'. interesting that you are tempted to risk an amicable friendship in the pursuit of answers. looking only on the surface, one could easily assume you might not care at all about friendship or people's reactions.. adverse or otherwise.. but one who is willing to risk alienation, for lack of a better word at the moment, can only be a person who cares deeply about humankind... asking questions most people are too afraid to ask themselves, speaking unspeakable truths.  as i said, this is courage.
i dunno, maybe i am crazy, but i think at the heart of this conversation lies one simple truth... people live in fear.  its not so important what we fear, but that we are so willing to live with it.. accept it. WHY? your blog didnt make me not talk to you. instead it opened the door to conversation. but it wasnt the blog that made me speak, it was what you said about people not talking to you anymore. and dont think i spoke to you out of pity. i spoke because something dormant awoke inside me.
maybe i am questioning fear and its ridiculous stranglehold. i awoke. and then wrote my little piece about the deer. why?  i dont really know.. maybe because to laugh is easy, but reading that entry cant have been. it certainly was painful to experience firsthand. 

i did draw and scrapped it all. much to my own chagrin. why? fear.. lol im still reading and still talking... so push onward.
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