Oh, the Inarticulacy of Emma!

The following posts after 6th Jan 2009 are entries taken from my diary and various notebooks, just snippets of information that I have been unable to post on here until now...unfortunately not a sudden burst of ideas or divine inspiration like you might expect. Ah well...

"Words like violence, break the silence, come crashing in, into my little word...words are very, unnecessary, they can only do harm...vows are spoken, to be broken, feelings are intense, words are trivial...words are meaningless and forgettable"

Just some lyrics by Depeche Mode, the song that got me thinking about this whole book art project in the first place! I feel these words (although meaningless and forgettable!) pretty much sum up how I feel about the nature of language. I have often wondered if it is contraditory to be such a bibliophile when I have views like this but I tend to push these wonderings from my mind and focus on my enjoyment and fascination with words. Much like an arachnophobe who finds comfort in watching a spider spin its web...unless you're me and in which case will scream as loudly as possible until someone sends poor old (and now deaf!) Mr Spider off on his merry little way to the world outside...where he belongs.

I sometimes find myself musing upon the etymology of certain words and the combinations thereof. Metaphors seem incredibly complex to me and I'll explain why (if at all possible!). To begin to assign similarities and differences in things that exist in the world is only human- we categorise by nature. It's what we do. Metaphors however, are often so poetic and can be intertwined in numerous (possibly even infinite) contexts that I wonder if they have any bearing at all to the very thing they are representing or resembling. I'm not saying that the world should only deal in fact but...well, actually I'm not quite sure how to articulate what I mean. This is very infuriating! Apologies for my rather unclimatic rambling...I will cease now. That is all.

(By the way...yes, inarticulacy is a real word it's in the Oxford Dictionary- I wrote it, confused myself and so double checked it...go me! God, I'm such a word-whore!)