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, March 20, 2012

Duct Tape

My son had his duct tape moments.  I do not mean I taped his mouth shut or wanted to.  My mother did that to me and it was horrible, horrible, horrible.

Oh sure he was noisy and full of questions but I was so delighted in his intellect and imagination I indulged him with my attention and interest, till recently.  Now I would like him to moderate his chatter, because he slips into mania and even a loving parent can't help but hide a yawn behind their hands, when his speech is pressured and he jumps from topic to topic rapid fire.  He also needs to not interrupt conversations for play by replay of video games and youtube reenactments.   I would like to get a word in edgewise around here.

We kept a huge roll of duct tape in the workshop.   Hefty and thick.  He was about seven, I remember him being quiet and busy in the workshop and in the play room.  We made a large bright, well equipped playroom for him.  He had taken the duct tape and wound it in and out and over the playroom, roping in chairs, stringing together toys, going across window, and finally had managed to wrap himself up from top to bottom including around  his mouth several times.  How did he manage to get his hands down to his sides, tightly taped, and his feet cinched in at the knees?. 

If another adult would have seen it, they would have called child welfare, it was that thorough of a bondage job, he had done on himself.  He had hopped to the foot of the stairs and mmphed, mpph! mmmmhph! till I came to see what that muffled sound was.

It would be a few years later, when he would try a belt around his neck.

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