The Origins of Literature

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From Yahoo. How many of us discovered our writerly souls in just this way?
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NEW YORK - The year was 1987, the boy's name was Rob, and 13-year-old Ingrid Wiese had some pressing concerns.

"He kisses weird," she wrote in her diary. "I just hope it doesn't stick and I don't end up kissing like that forever."

Twenty years later, Wiese hauled the diary out of storage and read it to a bar full of strangers just for laughs.

"Cringe" readings, these exercises are called, and they are growing in popularity around the country. In other cities, they have names such as "Mortified" and "Salon of Shame."

Groups in New York and elsewhere convene to relive what most would rather forget: the depths of their teenage angst. Participants get up on stage with their ragged, old diaries and are instructed to read only material embarrassing enough to make them cringe.

It turns out that embarrassing is also funny. When Wiese appeared at the reading, held monthly at a Brooklyn bar, the room was packed beyond capacity. The 33-year-old fundraiser may have been cringing, but her audience was cheering.

"When most people hear about it they think, `Oh God, that would be just absolutely humiliating, I would never do that,'" said Blaise Kearsley, another reader. "But I think there's something so universal about your adolescent diaries and your poems and your school assignments. It's just stuff that everyone can relate to."

Indeed, as readers spoke about zits and boys, sex and death, they heard plenty of knowing laughter.

Perhaps only teenagers or former teenagers could follow this diary entry, written by a 14-year-old Kearsley in 1987:

"When we got to the dance, Erin was depressed because she likes John and he spent the whole night dancing with Ada. But Ada was upset because at the end of the dance John frenched her. And number one: she likes him but she doesn't know if she likes him in THAT WAY. And number two: John is good friends with Dan, her ex, and she knows that Dan will have something to say to John about this."

Ah, young love.

The Brooklyn event was started by a local administrative assistant, Sarah Brown, who in a momentary, drunken lapse started reading her old diaries to friends — and discovered they had finally become more funny than painful.

The monthly cringe reading has since landed Brown a book deal and a pilot for cable television's TLC, allowing the 29-year-old to quit her day job. Similar events are happening around the country in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago, Milwaukee and Seattle.

"When you're a teenager, everything is the same level of intensity," Brown said. "They read about boys, or girls, or their parents, or their friends, or school, or something serious like, you know, a divorce — but ... there's no change of tone."

While the readers try to keep it light, plenty of the material in their diaries is dark, heart-wrenching stuff.

"Why? Why do you think someone could really love you?" a now-grown Ingrid Wiese reads to the crowd.

"You're fat, out of shape, covered with zits. You can just feel how your body is GOING. Your arms, your wrists, your calves. You're insecure, immature, and" — she lowers her voice to a whisper — "your grades reflect your intelligence."

The 33-year-old Wiese says it's enough to make her wish she could somehow give that insecure girl a hug.

"I just want to go back and tell that kid so many things, but mostly that `you're just all right the way you are,'" Wiese said after the reading.

These days, Wiese's emotions are less heightened, and she carries herself confidently as she walks from the stage. Still, some things never change.

"Of course!" she says when asked if she still obsesses over boys. "And I write all about it on my blog."

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On the Net:

Cringe: http://queserasera.org/cringe.html
 
dr_mabeuse said:
. . . These days, Wiese's emotions are less heightened, and she carries herself confidently as she walks from the stage. Still, some things never change.

"Of course!" she says when asked if she still obsesses over boys. "And I write all about it on my blog."

Excellent.

I teach this age AND my daughter is rapidly approaching teenager-land herself.

So at home and at work we are loaded with dramatics, hysteria, angst, worry, end of the world scenarios, thoughts of "nothing can ever be made right again" . . .

Sometimes it is more than I can handle.

What fun to read those tales of woe again, but at an age to be able to appreciate the humor.
 
sweetsubsarahh said:
Excellent.

I teach this age AND my daughter is rapidly approaching teenager-land herself.

So at home and at work we are loaded with dramatics, hysteria, angst, worry, end of the world scenarios, thoughts of "nothing can ever be made right again" . . .

Sometimes it is more than I can handle.

What fun to read those tales of woe again, but at an age to be able to appreciate the humor.

It makes me wish I could find my old diaries, but we moved way too many times for me to be able to keep up with them all.

I try to explain to K all the time what it's like to be 15/16, since he has a daughter that age, but he doesn't quite get it, bless him. :)
 
dr_mabeuse said:
From Yahoo. How many of us discovered our writerly souls in just this way?
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Funny you should bring this up. Read the same article this morning and was discussing it with Lauren over lunch. Personally, I wrote a diary from around grade 6 up until grade 7 when I discovered my mom had read it. As an aside, I have always believed that parents buy their children - particularly their daughters - diaries just so that they CAN read them. Don't know whatever happened to that diary of mine, although I imagine I threw it away since I swore off diary writing through high school. I managed to keep all my poetry and some short stories, though.

I began journalling in Uni and still have all my journals since 1989. In retrospect, I think the journals are much more angst ridden and cringable than that diary of mine where puppy love, musing about where I'd be in the year 2000 and smoking behind the school were as wild as life got. The Uni era? Now there's some real cringable and embarrassing material!
 
It's kind of sad, kind of poignant. You're lucky if your teenage angst stays focused on social issues like boys and kissing.

I still have some high school notebooks filled with anguished poetry about the meaning of life, clowns in alleyways, deserted beaches in winter, mindless hordes streaming out of subway stations, stuff like that. I still occasionally have someone send me their poetry and when I read about a lonely rose dropped in the mud or a dove fighting its way into the teeth of a storm I know that they lied when they said they were over 21. That stuff has teenage angst written all over it.

When you stop and think of all the damage done by teenage hormones and maladaption run amok...

Frank Zappa once said the the hallmark of the American personality is that we spend the rest of our lives trying to recover from High School. I think that's probably true.
 
dr_mabeuse said:
It's kind of sad, kind of poignant. You're lucky if your teenage angst stays focused on social issues like boys and kissing.

I still have some high school notebooks filled with anguished poetry about the meaning of life, clowns in alleyways, deserted beaches in winter, mindless hordes streaming out of subway stations, stuff like that. I still occasionally have someone send me their poetry and when I read about a lonely rose dropped in the mud or a dove fighting its way into the teeth of a storm I know that they lied when they said they were over 21. That stuff has teenage angst written all over it.

When you stop and think of all the damage done by teenage hormones and maladaption run amok...

Frank Zappa once said the the hallmark of the American personality is that we spend the rest of our lives trying to recover from High School. I think that's probably true.


I quit writing poetry at 20. I started writing "something" at about 35. I still don't quantify it as poetry even though that is the genre that it supposedly fits in. When I was 20, I showed my stuff to an english professor who was less than complementary. He was probably right, but I wish he would have phrased it differently.

As one looks back over life, there is a realization that the pains of a teenager are nothing in comparison to the angst they will encounter later on in life. But at that age, hopefully, they have nothing worse to compare it to. As adults we look back and think, "If it would only be that bad and not as bad as it has been, life would be wonderful."
 
dr_mabeuse said:
It's kind of sad, kind of poignant. You're lucky if your teenage angst stays focused on social issues like boys and kissing.

I still have some high school notebooks filled with anguished poetry about the meaning of life, clowns in alleyways, deserted beaches in winter, mindless hordes streaming out of subway stations, stuff like that. I still occasionally have someone send me their poetry and when I read about a lonely rose dropped in the mud or a dove fighting its way into the teeth of a storm I know that they lied when they said they were over 21. That stuff has teenage angst written all over it.

When you stop and think of all the damage done by teenage hormones and maladaption run amok...

Frank Zappa once said the the hallmark of the American personality is that we spend the rest of our lives trying to recover from High School. I think that's probably true.

Perhaps. :rose:

It starts earlier than high school, though.

And like you said, the problems are more severe.

I have students around my desk before and after school discussing their problems - some of them quite serious. For example, a 7th grader just had a baby, three 8th grade girls are on watch because they are cutting themselves, another 8th grader is excited and also worried because her mother is getting out of jail this summer -

Some of the things kids are dealing with today make my teen angst (especially about T. B. slipping me the tongue for our first kiss) seem ridiculous.

But it was real to me. And it was important, and it was something that had to be overcome.

But not from the tongue thing. I overcame THAT. (Some things are an acquired taste.)

:cathappy:
 
The catharsis of thinking about or rereading a once devastatingly humiliating experience and now LAUGHing....well!!!!!!....NOTHING quite like that release from a hellish prison...To find that it has become more funny than embarrassing. I wish such gifts on all...and yes, I've written about my "angst" for decades and it overflowed into many areas such as politics and religion...and embarrassed me in many situations over and over. Such is the process of desensitization to our foibles and the slow but steady release into the full state of being.....human!

:kiss: :) :rose: :D :kiss:
 
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I'm glad I survived my teenage years. I didn't write about them and would have thrown them away years ago if I had. I'd rather not remember them at all.
 
Sometimes I'm amazed that I survived my teenage years. It was hell, would have been nice to have just the normal concerns. I didn't keep a diary, and if I did I certainly wouldn't anyone read it, even now. This too shall pass became my mantra. I survived, life is a roller coaster ride.
 
I never got to play the teen drama game. Because my 4 years younger sister started early and did it grandly, so she stole my parade. Had to be the adult of the family when mom and pop couldn't handle it.

By the time I stared High School, I had grown up to the extent that I didn't let the crap of the universe control me.

Not sure what I missed, really.
 
sweetsubsarahh said:
Perhaps. :rose:

And like you said, the problems are more severe.

The problems aren't more severe, they are just more openly discussed and the perception of those problems is a lot different.
 
CharleyH said:
The problems aren't more severe, they are just more openly discussed and the perception of those problems is a lot different.

I imagine that's accurate, Charley.

Seems overwhelming at times, though.

:rose:
 
sweetsubsarahh said:
I imagine that's accurate, Charley.

Seems overwhelming at times, though.

:rose:

...and IS overwhelming for the teens and sometimes parents as well...especially if the teen is so emotive about things that she/he does things like self-harming threats/behaviors. I found in my work (and the research bears this up frequently) that adolescence in and of itself can appear to be like many mental health diagnoses...which remedy themselves as the teen grows older/smarter/wiser. For some of these teens, a parent's best accomplishment is helping them SURVIVE the times. You think I'm kidding...but I'm not in more situations than you'd believe!

I know I'm jaded...because this is the population of teens I worked with...but how many times I've said: Hold on mom & dad....it's gonna be a roller coaster ride for a while!!

On my way home I'd chant: I love my life! I love my life! (single, no kids) I also chanted that at birthday parties for my godson as kids (around age 7 - 8) would be pulling up wall-to-wall carpet and things and "building tunnels". Doh.....:eek:

:D
 
I can finally sort of decipher when people are clueing me in.

The_Fool said:
I quit writing poetry at 20. I started writing "something" at about 35. I still don't quantify it as poetry even though that is the genre that it supposedly fits in. When I was 20, I showed my stuff to an english professor who was less than complementary. He was probably right, but I wish he would have phrased it differently.

As one looks back over life, there is a realization that the pains of a teenager are nothing in comparison to the angst they will encounter later on in life. But at that age, hopefully, they have nothing worse to compare it to. As adults we look back and think, "If it would only be that bad and not as bad as it has been, life would be wonderful."
Wow. I so know what you mean.
It's the sort of thing where you wish someone would have sat you down your senior year of high school and told you that things were probably going to get a lot worse. Like, maybe all-the-way-through-your-twenties bad.

But if someone were to discuss that with you, would you even be able to wrap your arms around that?
Just by virtue of the fact that you're so young, the concept of having a past and thinking about making choices that will sunny-up your future could just be impossible to grasp.

I'm always astonished that it doesn't really matter how many times people tell me something- if they don't say it in the most blunt, direct way I will probably make a right mess of it all until I have my "Duh!" moment.
It just has to click for you. Still, it would be nice to have a couple of clear warnings every now and then.
 
dr_mabeuse said:
I still occasionally have someone send me their poetry and when I read about a lonely rose dropped in the mud or a dove fighting its way into the teeth of a storm I know that they lied when they said they were over 21. That stuff has teenage angst written all over it.


Yes, but they didn't necessarily lie... the developmental age of a person doesn't always correspond with their biological age...
 
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