Time to reintroduce The Mess
Where does mess-making and non-linearity belong in the decolonization of prose?
My platform has grown and changed over the past few months. It may be time for me to reintroduce myself and its purposes!
At engage the mess, we honor the incomplete thought.
We don’t despair at the half finished notepad or the “abandoned” manuscript. Because, as the marginalized/ underpublished/ underheard…as the hosts of untold stories… EVERY act of self-archival IS A REVELATION.
We aren’t here to honor “The End” or the final submission or the plaque on the wall. Here, I want to honor the satisfied smile we have when we realize we can still write at ALL… After years of saying you couldn’t or you weren’t a writer, not a “real one” at least.
I honor the poem left at an ancestral altar or at a photo wall, that which may be petite and private and just for them. I honor the notes left in a child’s lunchbox that live loudly only in their hearts. I honor the typos in my own blog posts because their presence tells ME so much about how I felt in that moment, when I rushed to shoo it out the door before that excuse to not hit publish opened its jaws.
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