The upsilon represents the excluded middle. There are not two options for stasis, but three arms pulling at the central subject.
Speaking of arms being yanked…
So, “Here is what the egent must write in a deconsultation: a memory, a disaster, a morality” (139). I will tell you all something. A punctum. The real MYstory behind my MEmorial…
I once had my arm pulled out of socket for sucking my thumb.
I had to go to the doctor.
(note the passive voice to obscure the subject)
Another story.
I once was told to reclean the garage three times over. I wanted to play and was pushed toward perfection instead.
I remember finishing my sweeping while crying.
A final pain in my side.
I began struggling with depression during my senior year in high school while I was wrestling, playing in band, taking two AP classes, going to church, and trying to apply to college. My mom found me with a knife.
Pills were prescribed.
A few years later I had to check into a psychiatric ward during a similar stressful time–where obligation prevented me from being able to play. I had started hanging out on the tops of tall structures with minimal barricades. I was looking for freedom of the variety that Brutus gave himself.
So, there you go. My secrets.
These are my reasoneons for reacting against straightening up. I knew that I’d have to get to these stories eventually–to give the reasoneons concerning my need for play.
These are my own testimonials, the sickening stories that have forced me to obsess over play for children, and have motivated this monument.
When Ulmer tells the stories of children being kicked, punched, smacked, hit, beat, and hurled for doing what came natural–well, let’s just say that I had some discomfort.
Hence, “The MEmorial is a way to map and participate in mood construction, tracing the series of pain” (154) and a better “focus on the ‘me’ in MEmorial” (117).
Even though this week’s post got less into the theory of the chapters, I feel that the chapters’ troublesome content led me instead to a deeper insight into my own troublesome motives for this monument to play.
So, I’ll speak for the infans, those who cannot speak for themselves… and meanwhile, speak to my own past and relieve myself of so much “crap.”
Done.
Deep stuff man. Looks like a great MEmorial in process. Twitter and Googlephone are a great way to go as well. This is almost starting to feel like a form of civil disobedience with a corresponding digital remedy.
Very touching as well. I think you have found the punctum, and that everything relates very smoothly. I love the photos you have chosen too!