Anachronistical Misuse

"To grasp the essence of the Greek language (and any language for that
matter) is to understand the historical framework in which it is
found. Languages are culturally conditioned. Therefore, it is
important to be aware that there is the possibility of worldview
confusion, in which we take a contemporary understanding of a word and
anachronistically misuse the same word found in scripture."
-R Villodas

No Exits

by me

You live in the shadows of metaphors
Perpetually collapsing into worn out cliches
Concepts carving out the space in your mind
The architecture of your thoughts
Dictated by language
You are subjugated
And you don't even know it

Can you feel it?
This elusive moment
On the tip of the wave of becoming the next

It is tearing down your syntax

Your words
They are dying to become sentences
So they can then aggregate
Into discourse
And thrive in dominion

Where are you?
Pushed into the corners by concepts
That you take for granted

What does it feel like?
This moment
Right now
To float in the abyss
In the absense of language
Words are present
But they exist in isolation
Torn from their syntactical threads
Reduced
To lonely images
Meaningless

An elusive moment of freedom pervades
The bliss of experience of life
Outside the prism of words
It is amorphous
And overwhelming
Like a blinding light
Can you feel it?

Hmmmm

Feels like a dream

Don't it?

My deepest apologies
It was
In the realm of Language
There are no exits

What We Say and What We See

"the relation of language to painting is an infinite relation. It is
not that words are imperfect, or that, when confronted by the visible,
they prove insuperably inadequate. Neither can be reduced to the
other's terms: it is in vain that we say what we see; what we see
never resides in what we say. And it is in vain that we attempt to
show, by the use of images, metaphors, or similes, what we are saying;
the space where they achieve their splendor is not that deployed by
our eyes but that defined by the sequential elements of syntax"
Foucault

A Kind of Music

"The bigger reason the poet cannot say what she wishes to say is that she wishes to say something that seems to be a kind of music, a word-field of music, as it's less a text and more a space of time profoundly charged by feeling, like the awe attendant to our modest place among the huge events of universal import: stars and novae, the initiating burst of Many from the One-"

K. Cherry from The Literary Review

Break Out in a Cry

from Chabad.org
There are things that are important to us, so we speak about them.

There are things so important to us that the words flow out in a burst of emotion, rich words, expressive and vibrant.

And then there are things that shake us to the core. Things that do not care for the mind's permission or for the right words—for the mind cannot fathom them, the most poignant words could not contain them. Things that can only break out in a cry, in a scream, and then in silence.