Every act of violence is a betrayal of language.
Naomi Nye gave a reading here last night and finished with a lullabye about a chicken that drew a well deserved standing ovation. Her reading was so powerful I’m almost at a loss for words. Suffice it to say that she told us that she leaves a reading satisfied when she feels as if, “words have weight again.”
Well, my friends (as Nye would say), words have weight again. Or more weight, I should say. It is readings like that, the many opportunities I have to celebrate the sacredness of the word with my family, my friends, my students and writers like Naomi Nye that remind me what a blessed, blessed life I lead.
In Other News. . .
Things have been relatively quiet wardrobe-wise, since we found Jerzees sweatpants at Dollar General last Friday for $5/pair. We stocked up and both kids now have them in every color. And Will is a happy, happy boy as long as he has his sweatpants on.
However, I did get to witness another philosophical discussion about the yellow Pokemon shirt.
John: (holding up the shirt) Ok, since you’re going to be wearing a sweatshirt today, you can wear this shirt under it. That should be fine, right?
Will: (giving John a withering look) Daddy, it’s not winter yet. I can’t wear that shirt until winter.
John: I should just give it away then. For some reason, you won’t wear it.
Will: I’ll wear it. When it’s winter.
John: So, I’ll give you another long sleeve shirt and you’ll wear that under your sweatshirt?
John: What’s the difference?
Will: It’s not winter yet.
Children. Master’s of the circular argument. I have to say, though, winter or not, things are just not looking good for the Pokemon shirt.