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24 August 2004 @ 01:56 am
On Words.  
Words are like pieces of sea glass that wash up when there's been a storm, used and beautiful and somehow utterly strange. Words buzz and the hum and they lick over your skin like tongues.

Words are sexy, and they're tender, and they're fucking violent little bitches. Sticks and stones are just words, and so how the hell can you expect for them not to hurt you?

I love them. I want to have more of them. Sometimes I get angry that I only really speak one language, so I'll only ever be able see the world in English. That I won't be able to think of people giving birth as 'giving a light' like a Spanish speaker, but as 'going into labor'. I get angry that I don't take enough advantage of English, that I have a handful of words that I keep close, and there are hundreds of words I use so very rarely.

I love how you can write a sentence so clean that you can almost cup it in the palm of your hand, and you can look at it and you can say 'that's a new place for that word to be, and it chimes rightly with the others beside it'.

I want words like bleached bones in tall, tall grass, and seashells on clean white wood. I want words like wind chimes, and sentences like a sash in the wind. I want air and life in my writing, and when I get it right, when I think i've gotten it right, I am literally ecstatic.

And I fear my tendencies toward humid prose. I fear the way that I keep wanting to go that one word further, that one clause past airy toward 'swampy'. I hate that sometimes I write too far, too much, too florid, too dense. It's my hobgoblin.

That and plot, really, but that's another post all together. *laughs*

But this is what I want when I write: I want space, and I want motion, and I want -- above all -- I want the words to work. I want them to be neat, and I want them to be music, and I want them to meld into a sentence that clicks. I want the words to become a gasp, when read. A little exclamation. If I manage that even once in a story -- no matter how much that story may suck -- then I've gotten it right.
 
 
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zira: geek!lovesilverakira on August 23rd, 2004 11:14 pm (UTC)
And I fear my tendencies toward humid prose.

Pshaw, you have such a lovely, wonderful way with words. Your descriptions, the way they just click and, once read, feel right, perfect, fulfilling.

I love your prose, the way you find the precise combination of phrases, how you can think of this and that, and how, combined, they seem almost magical.

I love your writing; it's beautiful and evocative, and I feel so many of those gasps, so many those exclamations. I don't think you've anything to be worried about. [grin]
jules: sark - the way it really isteh_jules on August 24th, 2004 01:01 am (UTC)
For that little meta up there I love you.

*dreamysigh*

Erika Sanely: Guh - lamardeuseerika_sanely on August 24th, 2004 01:10 am (UTC)
love how you can write a sentence so clean that you can almost cup it in the palm of your hand, and you can look at it and you can say 'that's a new place for that word to be, and it chimes rightly with the others beside it'.

I want words like bleached bones in tall, tall grass, and seashells on clean white wood. I want words like wind chimes, and sentences like a sash in the wind. I want air and life in my writing, and when I get it right, when I think i've gotten it right, I am literally ecstatic.


That is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. You've captured something in this that is exactly how I feel about words. The beauty of words and the way they are put together is what keeps me reading anything.

This is from the heart and soul. Wow.

Astrea: Arms of An Angel V.2 by Oxoniensisastrea9562 on August 24th, 2004 01:35 am (UTC)
That was beautiful. I don't think I've read another essay on why we all want and love writing that has moved me so. You shared a piece of your soul too and I'm honored to have read it.

*hug*
Dolimirdolimir_k on August 24th, 2004 03:10 am (UTC)
Very cool post!
BUT HARRY STYLESestrella30 on August 24th, 2004 03:52 am (UTC)
*takes a long, deep breath*

This is beautiful. I never, until fandom and writing and such, regretted the fact that I didn't pay attention in school, and didn't go to college for years and years, because I feel *now* like there's so much more I could know and be able to use if I had.

I so love this post and think you're just, just wonderful.

*stares adoringly up at nifra's window*
the opposite of batmanpearl_o on August 24th, 2004 05:54 am (UTC)
Mmmm. I love this.

And I fear my tendencies toward humid prose. I fear the way that I keep wanting to go that one word further, that one clause past airy toward 'swampy'. I hate that sometimes I write too far, too much, too florid, too dense.

That's one of the things I envy about you, really. I always worry that my prose is too ... underwritten, trying too hard for clean or precise or small and just getting nothing at all.
Lacey McBainlaceymcbain on August 24th, 2004 09:54 am (UTC)
This was poetry and honesty and very, very right. *nods in understanding*
Adoable Frunklyra_sena on August 24th, 2004 11:22 am (UTC)
I just wanted to say that I love you. I love your words, I love everything about you.

*hugs you tight*

Meret: dickwallymeret on August 24th, 2004 12:43 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous post! I would try submitting this to some professional magazines, especially the literary ones. You could look in a copy of this year's The Writers Market for good places to send it.
What the hell is up with the mummy?!: zen sea rocksserialkarma on August 26th, 2004 10:00 am (UTC)
This is beautiful, sweetie. And all i have to add is:

WORD.


Hahahahahaha! (I crack myself up.)