Monday, November 9, 2009
Dead. It's one of those words I love. Not for what it means, for how it sounds. The word dead... in the English language... sounds like what it means. Say it. See?
So what came first? The deadness or the word? Language is a wonderful thing. And it isn't rocket science either. It's a symbol, a stringing together of symbols, that create the words we speak and write and use.
If we think about symbols, we usually see shapes. And those great artists who have put together shapes in abstract ways are the artists we admire. They show us a different way to use shapes, to see shapes. Writers do the same with words. We try to string them together, layer them, balance them in a new way. This creates something else, a way to see or use a word different from before. It's a magic puzzle. It's why I write.
And so the word dead in all its forms. Take the word deadline. Deadline means many things. The line on the screen that's flat when we die and are hooked up to beeping machines. The end of the road. The finish line for a project. It's a flat, dead word that means....stop. It's a red word. Not pulsating or vibrant. Still.
And here we are. The deadline for my contest is midnight tonight 11/9. Wherever in the world you are. Enter! Fun!
Midnight. Ooooohhhhh. I like that word. Don't you?