I confess that the juxtaposition of the two words literary and playground sets me off a bit. I'm not sure that it's quite right for what I'm doing here, yet I find the combination intriguing. We have given the word "literature" such a highbrow context in our culture and for most of us relegate it to the cliff notes of Shakespearian plays that we read in high school or our vague familiarity with names such as Dickens or Austen. We do not very much believe that we engage with literature on a daily basis, let alone "play" with it. But I think that, in fact, this is what I do every time I hear a story, whether it come from a book, a television show, a movie, a poem, music lyrics and....I know, careful here...modern consumer media such as advertising messages. For aren't they really all mythology of some sort?
So here I go....do you remember the TV series Northern Exposure? One stand-out character for me was local resident Ed Chigliac who characterized for us the angst of working out our creative compulsions against, or perhaps in tandem with, our ancestral traditions. In the episode "Rosebud" in season 5, Ed has been encouraged by his tribe's shaman to seek out and honor the stories of his contemporaries. He engages a variety of people in the his small Alaskan community to gather these stories and meets with frustration as he meets with a surprising apathy. Meanwhile Maurice, a retired astronaut, is engaged in producing a local film festival. Yes, sometimes the meanings can be a bit trite or cliched, but it struck me that, as Virginia Woolf says, if I arrange the pieces that come my way, perhaps somehow the sum of those parts creates meaning that eludes me when I am, in fact, trying to create it.
So that's what I'm doing here. Arranging the pieces that come my way. Look for some meaning. Play with it all. If you want to send some pieces my way, I'd welcome and enjoy your participation.