It is all but impossible to describe the new awareness that comes when words are abandoned... Words are a part of our rational selves, and to abandon them for a while is to give freer reign to our intuitive selves.
It is all but impossible to describe the new awareness that comes when words are abandoned... Words are a part of our rational selves, and to abandon them for a while is to give freer reign to our intuitive selves.
I suppose this is why so many of his later plays consist of little more than a set of stage directions."It is becoming more and more difficult, even senseless, for me to write an official English. And more and more my own language appears to me like a veil that must be torn apart in order to get at the things (or the Nothing-ness) behind it. Grammar and Style. To me they seem to have become as irrelevant as a Victorian bathing suit or the imperturbability of a true gentleman. A mask…Is there any reason why that terrible materiality of the word surface should not be capable of being dissolved?"
"As we cannot eliminate language all at once, we should at least leave nothing undone that might contribute to its falling into disrepute. To bore one hole after another in it, until what lurks behind it - be it something or nothing - begins to seep through."
Beckett, letter to Axel Kaun, 1937
True, but that's what makes that Beckett poem so poignant, the futility of someone trying and failing to express the inexpressible, just as they're about to die I think.It's a doomed project, really. If you really want to get beyond language, the best thing you could do would be to stop writing altogether and do something nonverbal and nontextual.
Sorry, I thought the thread was about something else thenJust for clarity. And in case not obvious, but the opening post quote is from this book about animism, dark green religion.
It's about considering nature sacred etc.
Slightly different jump off point.
But yes, stop reading and writing, try to be a squirrel in the woods.
Recalling contact with chimpanzees, Goodall describes "touch" as "a language far more ancient than words, a language we shared with our prehistoric ancestor, a language bridging our two worlds.
True, but that's what makes that Beckett poem so poignant, the futility of someone trying and failing to express the inexpressible, just as they're about to die I think.
The more words I put on this the farther we can go from the reality I refer to." He then offered his spiritual prescription: what we need to do is "just sit down, shut up, breathe, have eye contact. touch..." and falling silent, he put his hands on the earth"
My wife teaches a lot of neuro diverse children and a couple of them barely say a word. One won't actually talk, she'll use chat, but not actually speak out loud.
I still haven't read moby dick unfortunately so I don't get what you mean.Yeah, like Ahab attempting to wage war on the entire creation.