REENIE'S REACH

I've had a very late start and now just springing forward into my first cup of coffee.

I have a brilliant friend. Very brilliant and kind and thoughtful. He recently revealed that he's been writing a lot - a new venue and byline. I searched and nowhere at his new site does he mention his name, so I won't either. He's quiet and private and tender-hearted.

He's at Wordpress as jurnul. He invites everyone into his audience and I hope you'll join me there. This is the link:

jurnul

His thoughts have segued into amazing poetry, which I've enjoyed a lot, but he also posts essays, which I tend to enjoy even more - where he fleshes out his thoughts and I feel a deeper connection.

My friend is also a remarkable artist:

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Below is something my friend posted - another's words. It's a delightful romp with incredible truths.

So, I don't start today with my own original thoughts as planned, but share the words of Isaac Bashevis that my friend lifted from the Internet.

Writing For Children

Posted on July 10, 2014 by jurnul

"Why I began to write for children" by Isaac Bashevis

Children read books, not reviews. They don't give a hoot about the critics.

Children don't read to find their identity.

They don't read to free themselves of guilt, to quench the thirst for rebellion, or to get rid of alienation.

They have no use for psychology.

They detest sociology.

They don't try to understand Kafka or Finnegans Wake.

They still believe in God, the family, angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other such obsolete stuff.

They love interesting stories, not commentary, guides, or footnotes.

When a book is boring, they yawn openly, without any shame or fear of authority.

They don't expect their beloved writer to redeem humanity.

Young as they are, they know that it is not in his power.

Only the adults have such childish illusions.

Singer (From his 1978 Nobel banquet speech.)

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