Wordful Wednesday
I am amazed by language…
at our attempts to convey (or conceal) the machinery inside our skulls, the hums and gurgling, poking and prodding, the “Ma…Ma…Ma…/tugging at the shirt combination of the voice inside. And how this translates in speech, the loss and gain in this process, the words in silence, the words in the words… in the words. Yes. Words. How cool! (I sometimes pause and appreciate these kinds of things, like as if stoned though I am not… the brain, the sky, chemicals, the universe. I can cry thinking of the magical world I am fumbling around it, like that boy in American Beauty with the plastic bag, like a cartoon character… or a woman in a Leonard Cohen song-half crazy and feeding you tea and oranges.) Yes, words. I hold them so highly that I often say nothing. Other times too much and to the taste of my foot. But in each of these practices is my love: for their shape, for my tongue compressing in intention, for them slipping past the guards to escape my brain, for them becoming yours. Yes, y-o-u are involved.
It has come to my attention that I can credit writing words as the impetus for some of my most gratifying experiences in my life thus far. Writing… along with my musical taste and, on a much smaller scale, my love for Star Wars, to be more specific, has allowed me to feel the most at ease, allowed me to be… understood. Forget success and love and whatever else is floating boats these days, it is being understood that I strive for most, for it allows for a more nuanced and deeper success, a more meaningful and fruitful love and a more nuanced, deeper, meaningful and fruitful whatever else is floating boats these days. So in celebration of those who can use them with respect and tact and care, I begin a new feature in my blog: Wordful Wednesdays.
Wordful Wednesday will feature quips I encounter in my life that make me feel something enough to take out my pad. In conversation, in passing, in email. Kind of like a Texts From Last Night for the articulate and uninebriated. Or my own writing prompts, inspired by lord knows what. Without further adieu… the Words of Wednesday.
“I thrive in a different type of relationship.”
I really like the speaker’s intonation when saying this. There are several universes behind the word “different” and I’d like to know what they are (like Olive Oil’s thoughts on what should be done about Danny). Also, I enjoy one’s ability to make neutral something that is most certainly full of electrons. To me this speaker was relinquishing the lofty burden of constantly meeting at the doorstep one who’s supposed to meet you half way. Am I projecting?
