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!

Sunday, March 18, 2012

my fave?

my favorite book

good lord.. i have so many..  how the hell am i going to choose?

i would much rather talk about the books that i hated.  like.. heart of darkness by joseph conrad.. which i have blocked completely from memory.. or catcher in the rye.. i took that book and threw it as hard and far as i could out my back door when i finished it.  i almost threw out charterhouse of parma.. but then i hit the middle and fell in love... besides, that book might have actually mamed someone if i did throw it, so it's a good thing i decided to like it.  i liked atlas shrugged a lot until she got long-winded with john's speech.. so i chucked it.  besides, rand's heroines always leave me somehow unsettled.  middlemarch was a snorefest but i liked that old curmudgeon, silas marner.  i couldnt get past the first page of lady chatterley's lover.. dunno why, but i kept falling asleep.  shutter island and i have a love/hate thing going on.  i hated the old man and the sea, it felt unfinished to me.  but the all time worst book i ever read.. Jonathan Livingston Seagull.. ok maybe not the worst.. but it's high on the list.  have i offended anyone yet?  grins


my favorite book might just be The Lady in White by Wilkie Collins.  the only reason i say it might be my favorite is because it's well-worn from many reads.  i might just pick it up on the way to bed tonight and read it again.  the characters come alive.. i see them in my mind, like they were old friends and ... enemies.

oh i forgot.. so many.. Lust for Life.. and the one about Michelangelo.. simply fantastic..
a high wind in jamaica... so brilliantly unexpected and twisted.. The Hobbit.. just leaves me mystified.. yeah im never gonna be able to pick just one. ;)          

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  1. SharonMarch 19, 2012 at 12:16 AM

    Me either...an impossible task! Handled by you with aplomb! Cudos, my friend.

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