This morning I\u2019m thinking about words or language
\nand our use of such
\nI am reading a book,\u00a0 a work of fiction which is a genre I don\u2019t read quite so often
\na book that found me
\nwhich so far has me delighted
\nand a little enchanted
\na story about books, about love and life\u2019s complications
\nthe language of which is lyrical and enticingly descriptive
\nit has willingly gathered me in
\nI am deep
\nin this
\nand then I come across a word that stops me in my travelling,
\nthat instantly and rather abruptly throws me out of the story and back
\ninto my chair
\na word, that is disappointing in its
\nvulgarity
\nand I wonder why with so many other choices we stoop to such
\ncheap language
\neasy choices..\u00a0 that somehow instantaneously break
\nthe spell
\nthe curtain falls and
\nthere you are
\nI don\u2019t as a habit use bad language,\u00a0 I don\u2019t like the sound of it
\nin speech, in storytelling, in song lyrics, in comedy, movies, art
\nit is harsh, and cutting and as a lover of words it just sounds to me
\nlike
\na lazy choice
\nI suppose maybe it has its place, often used to make a point
\nin frustration
\nbut to me it is not decorative, not sexy nor cool, not hip or especially attractive
\nthe word (or words) I come across this morning are not even profanities,
\nor four letter words (although one does indeed have four letters)
\nthey are just vulgar, distasteful, coarse
\nI guess it\u2019s maybe because I do have such a love and respect for words
\nand those who can make the language of letters form together
\nin such a way, as to be
\nmagical or meaningful and
\nmighty
\nthe taste of them as they swirl on your tongue and slip soothingly
\ndown one\u2019s throat
\neasing their way into your blood stream
\nand dancing just under
\nyour skin
\nall while remaining still in linger on the tip
\nof your tongue
\nor enchant in a way that has you wishing to wrap yourself up
\nin their great luxury,\u00a0 comfort and warmth
\nnot necessarily big, fancy ones that are hard to pronounce
\nor sickly sweet dripping with honey
\nbut real, honest and so wonderfully simple as to be recognized
\nfrom
\nthe inside<\/p>\n
this is not to say that by my little commentary,\u00a0 I am here to judge
\nI am by no means a prude or for that matter
\na skilled linguist
\nreally today,\u00a0 I am just thinking out loud
\nabout my deep respect for words
\nhow we use them, our fondness for some
\nand our choices
\nthe weight they can hold
\ntheir power
\nand also<\/p>\n
the wonderful-ness of finding
\njust
\nthe
\nright
\nones<\/p>\n
this then,\u00a0 it would seem becomes
\nmy quest \u2665<\/p>\n
\u201cWords are sacred. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones, in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.\u201d This morning I\u2019m thinking about words or language and our use of such I am reading a book,\u00a0 a work of fiction which is a genre I don\u2019t read quite so often a book that found me which so far…
\n<\/em>\u00a0 ~ Tom Stoppard\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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