Friday, February 29, 2008

words fail us

Friday, February 29, 2008

Why is it that when we try to write about our deepest feelings, the things that are closest to our hearts, words fail us?

Yesterday I attempted to write about something that has occupied my heart and engaged my mind for some time now. But try as I might, words concocted in every way possible still cannot fully conjure how I feel. There is truth to what Gustave Flaubert once said, “human language is like a cracked kettledrum on which we beat our tunes for bears to dance to, when what we long to do is make music that will move the stars to pity.”

Can anything be finely wrought if it’s not deeply felt?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

What are you talking about, woman? :)

Angeli said...

not being able to write like the old man below. :)

 
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