The Noisy Plume
Here are some lines written by students in grades 3rd-6th:
[Writing about a family member’s recent death]
The life of my heart is crimson.
My brother went down
to the river
and put dirt on.
Away went a dull winter wind
that rocked harshly, and bent you said,
[writing about a terminal illness]
I am feeling burdened
and I taste milk……
I mumble, ‘Please,
please run away.’
But it lives where I live.
The owls of midnight hoot like me
shutting the door to nothing.
I have provisions. Binary muffins.
It’s an in/out/in/out kind of universe.
We cannot help you,
this is a universe factory.
A sound of rolling symbols.
Disappearing rocks, screams of lizards.
Sanity must prevail. Save vs. Do Not.
I, the star god,
take bones from the
underworlds of past times
to create mankind.
"But it lives where I live" always gets me
Being surrounded constantly by increasingly intelligent, motivated, and passionate people is exhausting in an entirely distinct way from the exhaustion felt due to being surrounded by a peer group possessing the opposite qualities. I prefer it this way, but I’m exhausted.
Love is scary and nauseous. Love is beautiful. Beautiful things are scary and nauseous.