I love words, too, especially when masters of the art use them... us regular folks are always at odds to describe situations and feelings. It's awe-inspiring to read precisely worded phrases.... Wodehouse was, apparently, renowned for writing thousands and thousands of words, then paring them back to the essentials. Wonderful!
I loved this post Jo for (at least) three reasons:
1.I was thinking about your description of the 'search' for the right words to convey our meanings and thought that, although I am not a gambling woman, the feeling must be akin to that of a high roller - the hunt and the relentless hunger but then that burst of bliss when we hit the jackpot!
2. I also had a recurring nightmare as a child that I can never describe except with the words 'all fat' - it was just as if there was 'all fat' everywhere and the sensation was quite unsettling. The dream also had an aural element where everyone spoke r e a l l y s l o w l y and REALLY LOUDLY - a sensation which continued after I had woken. I dreaded this nightmare but luckily I seem to have grown out of it.
3. Blue Umbrellas - what a fascinating poem. I couldn't help but recall my visit to a wildlife park with my kids last weekend. As we entered the park my daughter (7) was saying to my son (6), "You remember, we came here once before."
"No," he replied "I can't remember."
"You know," she said, "this is where they have the..." slight pause, "you know the cock..." more searching silence, "you know, the Cocktail Feathers...":
"Sweetheart," I said, "do you mean the peacocks?"
Sheepishly she admitted that yes, she did mean the peacocks. Personally I prefer Cocktail Feathers.
"Busy discoverers" indeed!
Jayne
I agree that there is nothing worse for a writer than to be at a loss for words. Sometimes it may be a case of language not having the facility to explain a thought. Wittgenstein said that "Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one should be silent." I don't agree with that, by the way.
Thanks for your great comments, guys.
Cib, I think it was the poet Yeats who wrote about 'finding the language that will suffice,' to say exactly what we mean. I strive to pare down the pretension, the wordiness, the vagueness of language. Sometimes words have been too 'lived in' like hand-me-downs and I feel the staleness of the language. I want to find virgin phrases. But it's painstaking.
Jayne, what a wonderful comment - thanks for sharing that glorious conversation between your children. I love listening to the way kids use language, they seem to come to it so innocently. My son said the other day that his teacher doesn't 'take a shit' about what one of the naughty kids in his class does. I told him if he's going to swear, he needs to know how to say 'give a shit' - because 'taking a shit' just doesn't conjure up a pretty picture.
Ronald, thanks for your comment. I love Wittgenstein. The bits I understand...
Good point Ronald.... in fact, come to think of it, I don't know if there's a smiley that says, 'I love you but you're invading my space,' or 'I'd rather stay at home tonight and watch Sex and the City,' or 'Excuse the flatulence but meatballs don't agree with me.'
Perhaps we could develop a whole new lexicon in smileys.
On a more serious note, I imagine deaf sign language is a form of shorthand we could learn a lot from.
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1.I was thinking about your description of the 'search' for the right words to convey our meanings and thought that, although I am not a gambling woman, the feeling must be akin to that of a high roller - the hunt and the relentless hunger but then that burst of bliss when we hit the jackpot!
2. I also had a recurring nightmare as a child that I can never describe except with the words 'all fat' - it was just as if there was 'all fat' everywhere and the sensation was quite unsettling. The dream also had an aural element where everyone spoke r e a l l y s l o w l y and REALLY LOUDLY - a sensation which continued after I had woken. I dreaded this nightmare but luckily I seem to have grown out of it.
3. Blue Umbrellas - what a fascinating poem. I couldn't help but recall my visit to a wildlife park with my kids last weekend. As we entered the park my daughter (7) was saying to my son (6), "You remember, we came here once before."
"No," he replied "I can't remember."
"You know," she said, "this is where they have the..." slight pause, "you know the cock..." more searching silence, "you know, the Cocktail Feathers...":
"Sweetheart," I said, "do you mean the peacocks?"
Sheepishly she admitted that yes, she did mean the peacocks. Personally I prefer Cocktail Feathers.
"Busy discoverers" indeed!
Jayne
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Cib, I think it was the poet Yeats who wrote about 'finding the language that will suffice,' to say exactly what we mean. I strive to pare down the pretension, the wordiness, the vagueness of language. Sometimes words have been too 'lived in' like hand-me-downs and I feel the staleness of the language. I want to find virgin phrases. But it's painstaking.
Jayne, what a wonderful comment - thanks for sharing that glorious conversation between your children. I love listening to the way kids use language, they seem to come to it so innocently. My son said the other day that his teacher doesn't 'take a shit' about what one of the naughty kids in his class does. I told him if he's going to swear, he needs to know how to say 'give a shit' - because 'taking a shit' just doesn't conjure up a pretty picture.
Ronald, thanks for your comment. I love Wittgenstein. The bits I understand...
Jo
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Jo
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Perhaps we could develop a whole new lexicon in smileys.
On a more serious note, I imagine deaf sign language is a form of shorthand we could learn a lot from.
Jo
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