Words, Words, Words
For those few of you who may have followed this blog for a while, one and only one thing might have stayed common across the seven years or so that we have spent together. Words. Duh.
It's true, I admit it. I love words. Before this blog. During. And hopefully after.
Words make me go weak in the knees. One syllable and you will pass muster; two may get you a nod; three might merit an elevator chat; four will move you into conversation; cross five and now we are seriously talking.
Words to me have force, real force. Not force like the way words signify some meaning that's out in the world, but rather words that create meaning as they go along. Maybe one word, maybe a chain of words. Maybe words that are clearly connected to meaning, maybe words that only describe what they seek to mean, maybe words that paint for us a state wherein we are abe to imagine what they mean to say. Are you with me?
Let's try something, shall we? So I demonstrate more clearly what I am so clumsily trying to argue?
a. Lie down and look at the ceiling (no really)
b. Close your eyes (again, really)
c. Make a mental image of your state of mind.
d. Now describe to me what your state of mind is.
e. Tell me what the image was.
Leave me comments and, I will tell you more....my next post will use your states of mind to talk about language, the world and self.
On other fronts, I have begun to talk like an academic...damn!