f07 one day somebody came up with words
and we are still today figuring out what they could mean
and so we begin…. by Thoth the egyptian, him who looks like an ibis? … by Champollion? by Joyce ? Celine? Mallarme…
Let’s not begin… let’s continue – after all who has never felt ownership of words?
Some say they are memory holders – that they came to make us human loose our memory, to embody the things we were supposed to remember, to drive them away from our minds and bodies, take them out so that we would depend on a system of signs and rules, external to us… ultimately making us into slaves
and yes i imagine this theory could be defended
but i think of it another way – more like in this song –
All the modern things – Like cars and such – Have always existed – They’ve just been waiting in a mountain – For the right moment – Listening to the irritating noises – Of dinosaurs and people – Dabbling outside
or in other worlds, words have always existed – they have been waiting in a mountain – for us to form objects to embody them –
that seems the most plausible to me
A handful of words still are waiting to be discovered – and to be brought to life by invoking objects of embodiment…
A handful… maybe plentiful – words of sublime – forbidden words – eccentric words – disgusting words – words of praise – words of war – words of
Some only came out yesterday —
listiviac – sounds a little like a medicine…
… another – upfodeir – perhaps more like an adverb
tertanoil – profader – to ringadore – erelieur – porptifil – opelasur – eritacer – waxaline – polgunaze – reiforme – irofirmation – plotogravar –
We will take care of these… and then we will long for
the shape of words to come
the taste of words to come
the spell of words to come
Some of us understand the origin of writing as pictographic, ideographic or phonographic… that is letters as signs –
signs to embody the objects, the ideas or the sounds they were referring to
signs to externalize them out of us humans
signs as post-existing
of course it is nothing but a fantasy…..
words (verb) were first – they had to be given, randomly found, discovered, stolen – and then we had to invent their reason for being
it’s a hard work we have – and we never question it – we all deafly obey and dedicate our lives to it
Some of us however sometimes decide to say fukkh – fhukc to words and let’s not use them any more, let’s not work for them and let’s see what happens
and so these rare people – always isolated, asilated – knead them, betray them, refuse them –
Even you, there are words you will avoid, depending on what you do – where you come from – where you’d prefer to come from, the lie you chose for your life, the cowardice you are upbringing.
Voluntary language has been invented to lie, to deceive… some of us have said.
A paradox that seem to arise in this fulgurance is the multiplicity of languages — which is an illusion, as all languages are in fact one – and i regret not knowing yet how to write accordingly –
i do not mean that languages complete each other, or that they came from one mother tongue
but that they are one form – one substance – one field – one fluid
And so today we have advanced for one word maybe
the word word
meaning – the form that is first and everyday is given substance to, to make our world –
Tomorrow is another word.
(thumbnail picture: Asleep by Toyen)