It can enslave or liberate… You can lose yourself in language.
When I think about the power of language, I think about whose identity, whose culture, where am I, and who am I.
I hear sounds when I think about the power of language. I see images that are layered by probability and possibility. I think about seeds in the earth and how much I would like to be a gardener. I would like to plant. It’s the same with the power of language.
I wonder about truth, and can you really find it in words? Or is it a feeling that is associated with a word, that is almost a conversation between the heart and the mind.
I wonder if it is the recollection, memory of what you associate with that sound, that taste, that smell, which feels like the memory of what it means to be that word.
This train of thought was inspired by: Faith and Faithful
7 thoughts on “The Power of Language”
That is a beautiful piece of writing, Cocoyea.
I love the penultimate para….gorgeous.
A thoughtful post. I think we get just enough truth out language to keep us using it. If we could say it all we’d stop talking, right?
Or we start using grunts as a means of communicating. Ha!
i think you can find the truth by writing it down even if you don’t know what you’re writing at the time. i think sometimes the truth gets convuluted in our soggy overstimulated brains and without the power of language in whatever medium, it is difficult to unravel truth. truth, of course, relative…
fascinating posts, both you and paul both. i appreciate this post especially since its a great way to converse with pauls’ writing.
Language… beautiful and disturbing, sounds and signs, saying and hiding, great gift of communication, big stone of misunderstanding. Allowing us to share our love, letting rubbish come out of people’s mouth. Wonderful.
Thanks and welcome.