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!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

har har

i cant tell a joke to save my life.. i ruin the punch line or just forget it.  so .. usually the joke is on me.

corny jokes appeal to me.. just because they are punny and well.. dumb.  so here goes my attempt at remembering the corniest joke i know.

*****
there were these three knots standing outside a bar
a small knot
a medium knot
and yeah.. a big knot

sign on the door reads.. no knots allowed

oh hell i already ruined the damn joke.. let me start over

*****

there were these three ROPES standing outside the bar
a short rope
a medium rope
and yeah.. a long rope

sign on the door reads.. no ropes allowed
(snickers)

short rope says 'i don't care.. i am thirsty' goes in the bar. 
bartender says.. 'are you a rope?'
short rope says.. 'yeah.. so?'
gets kicked out.

medium rope says 'wth.. let me try'  sneaks in the side door..
bartender squints and says..'you a rope?'
medium rope stands up tall and says 'YEAH.. what you gonna do about it?'
gets kicked out.

long rope shrugs.. ties himself in a knot, frays his end, and casually saunters into the bar.
bartender glares and says.. 'are you a rope?'
long rope frowns and says.. 'im afraid not.'

har har
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