SolarSoul
Padawan Learner
Why do I say that language is evil? Because I believe that the structure of language itself is a form of entrapment of the being, in the sense that it is an imposed system of believes, ideas and meanings that alienates the being from itself. Of course it is an essential part of the human experience and our mode of communication, but it can never really express truth, it can only ever talk around it and by doing this one is first of all distorting the truth and second will be missinterpreted by those who read/listen to the words.
I go even so far as saying that the false reality we live in is caused by language and the essential horror oft he human existence is in its core connected to language. And Language is intimately connected to time.
Time, tie me in time through language, like Prometheus I am bound on the rock of eternal suffering, fallen from Eden and crucified on the cross of matter.
Language is word, word is thought, thought defines reality, creates meaning, fixes the fluid, traps the movement, constructed illusion beyond the eternal moment, stiff and cold I am stuck in a mind that is not mine. In a structure that is inhuman, inherently human.
That is why a poet brutalizes language, tortures and rapes it, cuts it up and enforces his will upon it, expressing creativity of his spirit, a desperate attempt to try the impossible, to express his innermost feeling, his truth.
Like Howard Lee said when I met him, the poet comes closest to truth, he moves on the veil, touches the veil but can never really cut threw it. I think what he meant was that he still uses Language he is still caught in the human illusion.
But what is beyond thoughts, beyond the forms, what is there in the silence of nothingness? Is there a place beyond time? A point beyond space?
I go even so far as saying that the false reality we live in is caused by language and the essential horror oft he human existence is in its core connected to language. And Language is intimately connected to time.
Time, tie me in time through language, like Prometheus I am bound on the rock of eternal suffering, fallen from Eden and crucified on the cross of matter.
Language is word, word is thought, thought defines reality, creates meaning, fixes the fluid, traps the movement, constructed illusion beyond the eternal moment, stiff and cold I am stuck in a mind that is not mine. In a structure that is inhuman, inherently human.
That is why a poet brutalizes language, tortures and rapes it, cuts it up and enforces his will upon it, expressing creativity of his spirit, a desperate attempt to try the impossible, to express his innermost feeling, his truth.
Like Howard Lee said when I met him, the poet comes closest to truth, he moves on the veil, touches the veil but can never really cut threw it. I think what he meant was that he still uses Language he is still caught in the human illusion.
But what is beyond thoughts, beyond the forms, what is there in the silence of nothingness? Is there a place beyond time? A point beyond space?