Do we speak of words, or do words speak for us?
What do words say or how they say it?
insightful words to praise a wonderland world
or insidious words of war
we can give ourselves to others, dancing to the intimacy of their words
Burroughs once said:
"language is a virus, that someone or something out of this world spread through us"
Words get interesting when we twist and revolve them into new meanings
I strive to believe that words can be real and stand for things
But honestly i believe more and more that they re just noise that we made up,
it's the rhythm, the rhyme, the metric, the intention
that gives them life.
Kerouac for instance
wanted to transmit the rhythm of the bebop jazz sax and would write in one breath like the sax player.
making only pauses at the proper rhythm. for that reason reading where important for the beat poets.
was all about the rhythm of words, which would a whole different meaning to it's essence.