terça-feira, 15 de abril de 2008

Waking Life

Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another.

And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like, you know, "water." We came up with a sound for that. Or "Saber-toothed tiger right behind you." We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing.

What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.

I won´t ask you to understand.

3 comentários:

Rita Delille disse...

lindo. estou maravilhadíssima. :(. Tu bem me tentaste manter acordada para ver o filme :P.

bem, aquilo que sempre senti: as palavras são absolutamente poderosas, de uma forma...elevam-te, extasiam-te.

ok, vou estudar semiótica, no doubt. Não são só as palavras, mas o nome das coisas. acima de tudo dar um nome às coisas, aí reside o mistério de muita coisa.

Se há coisa de que sinto falta na altura em que tinhamos tempo, era das conversas sem pressão do tempo, sem pressão social, sem pressão, das conversas que saíam e nos elevavam e criavam: as "nossas" palavras, as horas "perdidas" de muitas palavras e frases.

LOVE U

Lizzy disse...

Não serás alvo, nunca, do "I won´t ask you to understand" because you always have.

Ditto.

Rita Delille disse...

:D. eheh. É tão bom saber que entendo, even when words are not enough.

P.S - I just had a revelation about the perfect way for you to release all this burning creativity inside of you: writting.