If I yell at a child and I see them give me that terrified look of fear that I’m going to hurt them or fear that I don’t love them anymore it pierces right through me. Most parents couldn’t care less I see it all the time. In public I’d rather a child be talkative and run around than witness a mother grab n yank him with all her strength and threaten him and cuss him out just to save me the trouble of existing in a room with a kid being a kid. They have no idea how much more disturbing it is for me to see that kid go from having wonder and whimsy in his eyes to actual fear real deep all encompassing fear that becomes his whole world. How does that not fuck you up like most people are just ugh I’m sorry it’s just so soulless to me it creeps me out bc the parent will switch to smiley happy face to talk to you right after traumatizing their child in public and I’m expected to what …. Fuckin weirdos
this post reminds me of something I read recently by a former member of the Black Panthers, Ashanti Alston:
One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.
2008, sculpture, polyester resin, horse manes dyed in red, carillon by Reuge Music (limited edition),, motorized mechanisms, mirror, 280 x 110 x 110 cm. View of the Javier Pérez exhibition “Objetos del deseo” at the Espai Quatre, Casal Sollerich, Palma de Mallorca, Spain, 2009
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