Skin of culture
the darkdamp edge
of a sideways glance
flows
thick and sweet
with childhood,
a drip by drip
of questions
fill
coconut milk connections,
syrup stretch
of spagetti strings
drape glue onto
her fingered contemplations
what are you doing?
gluing things together
what are you making?
oh well, it is just a statue
what kind of statue?
the statue of liberties
how do you know about that?
I saw it on television
but I don't want it there anymore
what is it?
it's big and has things sticking out alot
what can you do with it?
Just look at it. It's so big it makes you feel
kind of like her skin is covering up yours
"...the most sublime work of poetry is to give
sense and passion to senseless things, and it
is the property of children to take inanimate
objects in their hands, and to amuse themselves,
make those objects talk as if they were living
persons." (G.B. Vico, New Science, I, XXVII)
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[flows
thick and sweet
with childhood]
I like this idea, that a thing [flows thick and sweet] in childhood; it's often the way that some things are remembered - like summer, or other simple things.
And speaks of a timeless now...the time of the child flowing thick and sweet [like summer, or other simple things]
the time of the child is different, isn't it? it is slow and sweet - and in retrospect, fleeting.
yes, different [slow and sweet],
worthy of slowing down to it...
[- and in retrospect, fleeting.]...
I wonder how long one hundred lasts?
"The child
is made of one hundred.
The child has
a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.
A hundred always a hundred
ways of listening
of marveling, of loving
a hundred joys
for singing and understanding
a hundred worlds
to discover
a hundred worlds
to invent
a hundred worlds
to dream.
The child has
a hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
but they steal ninety-nine.
The school and the culture
separate the head from the body.
They tell the child
to think without hands
to do without head
to listen and not to speak
to understand without joy
to love and to marvel
only at Easter and Christmas.
They tell the child
to discover the world already there
and of the hundred
they steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child
that work and play
reality and fantasy
science and imagination
sky and earth
reason and dream
are things
that do not belong together.
And thus they tell the child
that the hundred is not there.
The child says:
No way. The hundred is there."
Loris Malaguzi
wow, I like that! how long the hundred lasts? that's a great question ... I suspect that it would morph into a grey area, with it finishing much sooner for some than others.
depending on the continued ease of one's becomings
for example
yes and thanks
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