Well, that poem is short and sweet, and it might be hard to see the point in it.
As I finished typing that line, it occurred to me that the same thing could be said about childhood. And that’s what this tiny poem – and today’s theme – are all about.
Minecraft, music, and makeup are huge parts of my daughter’s life as I draft this essay on Christmas Day. She’s had all of those, and more, today. By the time you read this in mid-April, she may not be nearly as into one, more, or any of these things – but my guess is that she will be, because, as the poem says, it’s about the beauty and art of them. In Minecraft, she creates worlds, and plays out her fantasies. She owns a lot of horses, builds exquisite houses, amusement parks, towns, and more, all in a reality she controls.
With music, she can find voices, melodies, language, rhythms, and messages that speak to her, and challenge her to reproduce. Makeup is using her face, or others’ faces, as a palette, and building an effect around it.