Thursday, April 9, 2009

Today, A Designer marries a Linotype machine and delivers a bunch of T squares.

The night was silent and cross. The 3rd of the Walker children is jumping the broom into Language Arts production. Wrestling with their minds to try to introduce the written word and vocabulary into them is always a challenge. I thought I was up to it! I thought I was prayed up! I thought I was ready. I have given up to them everytime. This time...
What is a complete thought? Not 12 complete thoughts in one sentence not 1/2 of a complete thought. A COMPLETE THOUGHT... The school is going to think that we are from another country. Everytime a Walker child has an art project it is college level output. A paper and they have to miss school. It takes a month and a half for them to write 2 paragraphs.
I have to sit on the side and watch the thinking process happen with them. I don't know what language they speak but it is all the same one. I was up and down till 4 and then awakened to help in the morning only to be told that my input was unacceptible to the patient and that it had to be done by the artists in the house...:{
I chose the wrong colors and put the wrong words. They are doing it again. I refuse to do it for him or them, but this is the initiation process for all of my younguns into the language of the real world. It is harder for Enoch, though because he was plugged into the gameboy for a while and language delayed as a result. I pray that they will survive.

3 comments:

Joanne Bodden said...

What a challenge!
For me finding the action behind words became both intriguing and liberating ... The question~What does that look like? led me into puzzling out the behavior then the physicality then the drama of any given written document, especially of a play. It hooks me to this day. Light hearted and slowly that concept seeped into my writing too. What is the action what are they doing~may be a way for the offspring of the designer with the intellectual to navigate literature. Keep me posted!

Jayne said...

SURE WILL!:)

Jayne said...

Jo, You are an amazing writer. I can't believe you caught my drift! :) Ben says what great sentences you write! Love you!

Title- The Studious One!

Title-  The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse

Of biscuits and syrup

Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats

Happy Saturday!

Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.

Widdle Emmie in outer space school

Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.

Midnight at the OASIS

Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville

My little Emmie

ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!

My Father and I 1989

My Father and I 1989

to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

A VISIT TO PAPA











Are you going to Mary Immaculate?

Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Remember me to the one who lived there,



He once was a true love of mine,



Tell him to buy me an acre of land,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,

Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,

Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,



Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,



Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.



Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,



Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,



After your done 50 pushups



and jog down the West Side Highway,



Then he’ll be a true love of mine…

(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)





He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.