Right now, it feels like words have failed me, again. DVL knows this, because I just sent him an e-mail in which all I really said over and over is that there are no words adequate to convey the sense that I mean. How can there be words for how opera sounds, for example? And there are even fewer words to show how the sound of opera makes one feel. And there are no words to describe how on a cold, wintry day, waiting for snow storms, I finished rereading my favorite, favorite book, how I felt when I finished because I knew that simply the rereading had somehow in a way imperceptible to others altered who I am. How can I describe that? How can I show someone else that my soul is different for having reread something? It's maybe not even logical. Maybe it's not logical at all, hence the inability of language. And so what I wanted to say to DVL was that I am a different person, a more beautiful, less-like-Ungit person now. But where are the words for that?
I trust words. I depend on them in a thousand little ways and a hundred thousand big ways. But sometimes they betray me.
a president, a King
13 years ago
2 comments:
perhaps words can never bet quite enough, but they do manage to work as a bridge--allowiing others to come close to your experience. and words, i think, have made us better friends :)
words do accomplish something, and what are our other options? Carina, I suppose that communication of the body, not just the tongue might be your answer??? Words have made us better friends.
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