The Nature of Language - Leaf #2
excerpts from The Nature of Language
Reading through journal entries composed in reflection on this project, The Nature of Language, I remember (how quickly I forget) what a wealth of ideas opened up to me with this work. But this is not the place for a lengthy meandering through those scattered ideas. The whole point of visual poetry, just like a traditional poem, is that the poem is presented to be read. Of course, it is a joy to reflect, to give further insight, to explain—after all, we desire it. I will say that with these poems (only poems because we have become sufficiently disconnected to apprehend them as such—or because they have always been poems) I was and am interested in an idea of language form, a precursory shadow of language, embedded in natural forms. God/s did not give us language, but we are never so original as to be able to claim anything without influence. In the beginning was the word. No, I don’t think so. In the beginning (our beginning) was desire and need, and the world around us which we learned, no doubt very swiftly, to read. We read the signs of health, of poison, of danger and safety. It seems that form is an expression of language—once it is read. So, in what context do we find ourselves where we read the poems which I present here?
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