Wednesday, September 27, 2006
The Power of Words
1984 and Newspeak aside, words are extremely powerful. With them, we can express concepts, we can create beauty and we can communicate thoughts. I find myself enamoured with good poetry and even with excellent writing in general - alliteration is just one of the many techniques. For example, Poe's "The Raven" always captures me with its unique rhyming pattern and that is one of the reason it is upon my bedroom door (though sadly there is no pallid bust of Pallas above my chamber door).
But words themselves, for me, have meaning and I rarely write anything without meaning. It is, perhaps, my only means of expressing things in a subtle fashion is through actual writing (either on paper or on the net). There is always some kind of meaning to be taken from them - you can look at my stories and each one of them has a point (from the sex scenes to the dual perspective). Poetry is definately the same way and you can almost create an archieve of my past life from poetry. But this journal (and occasionally my comments on other peoples journals ;)) remains the most important aspect of my literary life - it documents truly my day to day thoughts stretching as far back as high school (grade 10-ish). You can trace my whole life from there on through it from my obsessions over Vicki to my problems with Courtney (though the LJ is better for that - I use it for ranting) to the relationship with Sarah and its tragic ending, plus various shifts in my philosophical outlooks, new people I've met - it really brings my life together in a way that isn't possible elsewhere. But it all has meaning and some people don't think about that when they read - they think its just words and, on occasion, I'm wrong and I want to take the words back (I remember one particular evening when I wanted to end the journal, and some other things, for good - thanks are due to Raven for that night) but they're still here because they meant something at the time - they were true. But they have a deeper meaning on occasion too - I don't write just for humour or because I want to tease someone (or if I do, I make sure I tell them I was joking lol). In fact, you could suppose that I'm writing this for a reason, if you really wanted to.
But this is the power of words - words can be arranged to mean so many things depending on how you look at it. Words, when written, can stay beyond the death of a person. I suppose this is where my love of literature and writing began - in the beauty of poems and yet the significance that the beauty can bring. Reading 1984 is not only good for the writing, but I find it an extremely moving book to read, just because of the parallels I can draw between it and the real world.
And those are my thoughts for the evening. I want to write more, but I have to go to bed.
Goodnight all *hugs*
- Dep
But words themselves, for me, have meaning and I rarely write anything without meaning. It is, perhaps, my only means of expressing things in a subtle fashion is through actual writing (either on paper or on the net). There is always some kind of meaning to be taken from them - you can look at my stories and each one of them has a point (from the sex scenes to the dual perspective). Poetry is definately the same way and you can almost create an archieve of my past life from poetry. But this journal (and occasionally my comments on other peoples journals ;)) remains the most important aspect of my literary life - it documents truly my day to day thoughts stretching as far back as high school (grade 10-ish). You can trace my whole life from there on through it from my obsessions over Vicki to my problems with Courtney (though the LJ is better for that - I use it for ranting) to the relationship with Sarah and its tragic ending, plus various shifts in my philosophical outlooks, new people I've met - it really brings my life together in a way that isn't possible elsewhere. But it all has meaning and some people don't think about that when they read - they think its just words and, on occasion, I'm wrong and I want to take the words back (I remember one particular evening when I wanted to end the journal, and some other things, for good - thanks are due to Raven for that night) but they're still here because they meant something at the time - they were true. But they have a deeper meaning on occasion too - I don't write just for humour or because I want to tease someone (or if I do, I make sure I tell them I was joking lol). In fact, you could suppose that I'm writing this for a reason, if you really wanted to.
But this is the power of words - words can be arranged to mean so many things depending on how you look at it. Words, when written, can stay beyond the death of a person. I suppose this is where my love of literature and writing began - in the beauty of poems and yet the significance that the beauty can bring. Reading 1984 is not only good for the writing, but I find it an extremely moving book to read, just because of the parallels I can draw between it and the real world.
And those are my thoughts for the evening. I want to write more, but I have to go to bed.
Goodnight all *hugs*
- Dep
// posted by Dep @ 11:35:00 p.m.
