Bliss. Love. Passion.
Three of my all-time favorite words. If we were starting a Rock n’ Roll Super Group, we’d be called BLP.
Music. That’s another one. It means so much to so many… and something different to each.
They say… yes, the all-knowing, omniscient and omnipresent “They”… that a picture paints a thousand words.
“A word paints a million pictures.”
No, I am not quoting myself to be vain… I am quoting myself to get credit. I came up with this, and I rather like it. I want the world to know it is mine… So yeah, toss in the ‘ol © !!!
The idea is simple… if I say the word “Dog” to you, what happens? Chances are you think of your current companion… or the beloved dog you grew up with… or Lassie… The point, is that the image, the picture, is different for each and every one of us… Unique and powerful. Words are that amazing.
Words, words, words.
“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”
― John Greenleaf Whittier, Maud Muller – Pamphlet
“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.”
― Rudyard Kipling
“Some people have a way with words, and other people…oh, uh, not have way.”
― Steve Martin
The word on a page is read… and while it may very well come to life in the mind of the reader, and hopefully does… think of the true power of the spoken word… words that are sung or played.
“Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning.”
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
While I cannot find the quote, I believe it was Harold Bloom who said that poetry must be memorized and recited.
This is a wonderful thing… being able to pull a piece out of our brain and recite it to a child or a loved on… on a date or… Okay, maybe not an early date, but… Having a poem at the ready is potent and quite romantic.
I once put a volume of Pablo Neruda on my night stand and swore I would read one poem a night to my love. I did for a while, and then like too many other things, it stopped. Life and things got in the way… Sad.
Last night I had the pleasure of seeing Christopher Plummer perform his delightful one man show at the Ahmanson. You must go and see this 84-year old dazzle the boards. A Word Or Two relishes in the English language, it celebrates words… and far more than one or two, thankfully so. While my friend David and I both wish it had a more emotional punch, and wanted to hear way more about New York’s famed White Horse Tavern, you are masterfully guided through some stunning elocution and wrapped in a luxurious blanket of sounds and pronunciations, that seem to birth words right in front of you. For that it is a must.
It inspired me in many, many ways.
I just finished reading The Four Agreements (thanks for the push, Denise). This is a MUST READ for all of us. One of the first things that Don Miguel Ruiz teaches us is that we must be “impeccable with the word.” To me this means many things, but ultimately choose your words wisely… they have a potency and power that can make love or hate. Do not use your words to harm yourself or others. Words can become realities… or at least the basis for the movies that play in our minds. Amazing… this book, now… and one of the first notions is about the word and words… Then Christopher Plummer… and the night before Styx.
Talk about a song I have not heard in a while, but really needed to hear… “Man In The Wilderness.”
“All of the years I’ve spent in search of myself
And I’m still in the dark
‘Cause I can’t seem to find the light alone
Sometimes I feel like a man in the wilderness…”
Again… things come to you when you need them most… and there are many things I need to hear… right here, right now… The portion of the Torah for this season is the parting of the Red Seas… moving through a hell to get to a better place… breaking and tearing, but ultimately being saved… repaired… healed. Words… Words…
Words make up songs and stories…
Ideas and notions…
Words will lead us
Across the oceans.
Words can hurt
Worse than sticks and stones
But words of love
Will bring us home
So speak up, recite
Read and ponder
Words are adventures
They fly and they wander
Words will fill
Our hearts and soul
From when we’re born
Til when we’re old