"I'm nostalgic, sad and surprisingly peaceful; now, but deeply sad. But I'll be alright. It's part of the process; part of life; part of becoming, as we fall, as we rise.
What inspires me is the rise and the joys that come with these victories. These LOVES – broken English I know; but who cares? Language is a big hypnosis. It guides us through by binding us to all that has been defined by human beings; refusing us an experience beyond what language may provide. But we can grab language by its balls and squeeze our own truths out of it. This way we define things on our terms. A bit bully-ish if you ask me; using a medium to achieve our own agendas? But how else can we get there where, we have not been if it's not through what already exist? That's how things work. Stuff language and its restrictions! Let's listen to the pulse in our hearts and the vibrations in our minds. But let us not forget that which lives in our psyches indefinable; guiding; inspiring and is in the process of creating us – the essence of our beings. I'm talking about all that which defies language as the key tool to communicate – that wonder we have not even begun exploring, at least not to a significant degree.
Enough about the “blues”. Wait a minute! It's not even the “blues”. Stuff language because everything I say is bound to its abilities to translate that which lives in my mind. But I'm sure you understand what I'm trying to say. You're smart.
Your caring friend and confidant,
Deon-Simphiwe"
An extract from an e-mail sent to a friend
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