I CANNOT PAINT PICTURES WITH MY TONGUE
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Sometimes I do not have the word. I thought about this for a long time. There are always two possible reasons, I realise: (1) that I am not a better writer; (2) that there is no word.
And so, later -
- I find myself in a starry garden, my hand cupped to tiny flowers, breathing in. I have no word for these blooms. And I wonder. Is it that I am not a better writer? Or is it that there is no word?
Perhaps an encyclopedia tells me. There is a word. There are several. "Snow-in-summer", "Cerastium tomentosum". It is I who was lacking.
But suppose I go back to the garden, moonlit this time, and I cup my hand to the tiny flowers; and I breathe in the night-time; and what if then again I find I do not have the word? What if "snow-in-summer", if "Cerastium tomentosum" is not sufficient? What if with my knees on the grass the word I need is something else, but again I do not have it?
Is it because I am not a better writer? Or is it because there is no word?
I have wondered this often. Watching the wind push down a plastic chair. Standing and holding my grandfather's hand. Seeing a girl turn away. I have wondered this as I stared at a padlock; as I stared at a key; as I stared at a swan; as I bit into an apple; as I woke, at 6:45am, to the bleep of an alarm. There are no words, I thought at these moments; and always I ask if it is the words that are lacking or I who lacks them; and like Sharon Van Etten I wonder if I can improve, if I can become better, if one day I will have words for everything. If I will be able to say I love you in a way that speaks its every leap and ridge; if I will be able to say I'm sorry with words that do not tremble or glow; if I will have another word for darling, a better word, hidden and small, and dawning.
Elsewhere: In Paris last week, I attended a screening of this 3 Days of Take-Away Shows - a short film of a road-trip by the Blogothèque team, together with Beirut, Slow Club and Mami Chan. The film is tender and charming, but it's also utterly hilarious - anchored in large part by the vif spirit of Mami Chan (and to a lesser extent cameraman Vincent Moon himself). It's one of those little movies that underlines why I so love the work of the Blogotheque's concerts à emporter - they are wonderful films, regardless (sometimes) of music; not just recordings of a performance but a story of the things it evoked. This one is definitely wonderful and you should go watch even (especially!) if you're unfamiliar with most of the artists.
(photo is "Oxkintok Blue", by William Hundley)Posted by Sean at June 1, 2009 12:55 AM
exactly.Posted by Sean at June 1, 2009 8:23 PM
The feelings of wonder and doubt you express show that you are a better writer and no, sometimes there are no words (actually, there never are words, there are only approximations we try to connect to).Posted by Oded at June 2, 2009 2:35 AM
Wonderful piece (the song too, but I meant the writing). I find myself inundated with these moments lately. I have a nine month old daughter that keeps presenting me with these powerful moments of pride and joy and love and well-being; I just moved my family to Ireland, which is a place of too much beauty for words; I just turned 27 today, which is also a feeling and a mind-changer that I have no words for.
I try to write about these things, to describe them to my friends, to encourage them to seek out new homes, to have children, to grow older... But I'm not sure we have words that do these things justice. I know that I do not.
Thanks for your words, and your attempts.Posted by Evan Payne at June 2, 2009 6:53 AM
Holy crap this song is transcendent. Wow! Thank you so much for sharing it. Wow.Posted by Brian at June 2, 2009 3:09 PM
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