John came home from second grade today with an informational sheet called “Author’s Purpose”. It taught that authors may write to entertain, to inform, or to persuade. Of course I pounced on it because I was wondering where I would find myself in this list. I don’t think I found me though.
I was sitting in my living room looking at our movies recently, not because I was planning to watch one or find another one for my awesome movie-from-my-cabinet reviews, but because our doors are broken on that cabinet so you can’t help but look at them – especially when I sit by my favorite window out of which I can see my front street and Dave’s house (see 08/31 post). Anyway, I was looking over the titles, the comedies, the dramas, the suspenseful, the children’s. That very idea of purpose struck me in that moment. I was thinking that probably every movie ever written, or book written, or painting completed – all that artsy stuff -It’s because somebody thought they had something to say. It’s like the whole world is a Quaker church meeting, and the art produced is one person . . . standing up. I know – some people seem to say such stupid things. But I bet they mean it. They probably have a mission statement typed out and laminated and thumb-tacked to a cork board by their computer, “Life is stupid. We might as well laugh.”
The writer of Pete’s Dragon had a wonderful purpose I’m sure. If nothing else, it has some very catchy songs. Which is the only reason I have that picture up today – because I’ve been singing one of those songs all day, the one in which the Dragon sings in his own language and eventually the boy answers, “I – love – you – tooooo.” It has nothing to do with anything. Except that Jake, who’s 1-1/2, he sang it back to me today. I almost kissed his cheek right off his face.