Ah language, thou dost confuse thy humble servant!
I’m confused by language
thats what I was saying there..
for many reasons
I am confused
this is less about confusion and more about my constant grappling with the poignancy of my own dissatisfactory vocabulary
I also dislike modifying a participle with a possessive
especially in the middle of a sentence
but I haven’t figured out how to solve that problem..
lmk if you do!
Writing better is like my mantra
but it seems like poetry and even elaborate prose – especially stylistic
wow i just realized im a bad writer
I should read more
Turns out writers have to make their own niche stylistic choices in lieu of, well, actually being good at what they do
Seems like it’s a version of this old truth: “know the rules before you break them”
I was talking to a friend the other day who was telling me he was teaching himself piano
as opposed to leaping directly into a piece and memorizing it
he was just doing all of the major & minor scales
over and over
becoming one with the fundamentals
I told him that’s the same sort of thing I had done as I taught myself the drums
I learned the most basic, fundamental movements
and I was a little percussion robot, cruising down highway tunes that went predictably straight for miles and miles
One day a guy who knew what he was doing shook his beer bottle at me and urged me to abandon my formulas
He was bored
I had no passion – no originality
I wasn’t loving my cymbals; I was glued to my hi hat
I was a young teen boy who didn’t understand rock n roll
so I let go of the formula
I let go of what I was used to – where i was comfortable
and i gave my cymbals some love
then I gave my toms some love
and that single session on that one day a few years ago
completely transformed my relationship with the drumset
And that transformation has been developing and taking root and becoming itself this whole time
Hence why I’m writing about it today and not 3-4 years ago
Drums and rhythm are a deep deep integral part of my soul
And that transformation has changed my relationship with myself (disposition) & my relationship with the world (demeanor)
It helped transform who I was at my core
I stopped living so doggone rigidly
And I started giving the cymbals and the toms some love
And that’s the only time I ever interacted with that guy
because he died
not even kidding!
like for real
He passed away
I don’t even remember his name
but he was a musical genius
I realized, – when I was telling my friend that to play an instrument is to forget about the rules and the sheet music and simply to make love with it and flow with it
I realized I wouldn’t’ve understood what that guy was telling me if I hadn’t been a scared little percussion robot for all those years
The straight highway gets you somewhere man
There’s only one exit off to love town, to free town
It’s pretty far along the highway
The rules come first
Transcendence requires skill.
When I play drums now I’m always searching for something new & fresh
It’s infuriating and technically impossible
But it’s also always better in every way
I bled on my drumset for the first time a few months ago
That was a milestone.
When writing, skill must precede style.
Ok, I’m trying to bring it home
..by moving on and talking about what I thought I’d be talking about when I started this article..
Language and common nomenclature
English has a lot of idioms
So many idioms
So many cliches
I can’t even think in more precise language – thoughts manifest themselves via idioms and cliches in my own brain!
Language conglomerates human experience and synthesizes these terms and phrases out of the same 3 4 5 – letter words (a few stock verbs mostly that mean so many different things in so many different contexts – like ago in latin)
And I know what they mean but I don’t
My point is this:
Efficient communication seems like the enemy of good writing
Art is not efficient at all
I wonder if there exists in potential form a more optimal (or optimal) mode of communication that eliminates cliches/idioms and emphasizes originality
But that’s literally antithetical
cliches/idioms are common verbage (language) taken to an efficiency extreme
Perhaps not originality being emphasized but precision
Is that what the Giver is about? Thatd be weird I havent read that book in forever
So how to solve this problem?
The discrepancy between art and communication
Rather, art and language
Though not simply language
Art and basic/common verbage (two different & perhaps contrary in nature forms of communication having in common the same general goal – hence the common category of communication #alliteration – but maybe having distinct concerns, purposes, modes and motivations)
That seems right
Do with that what you will I guess
Art invents and restructures, teaches and pleases
as for the art of tool/task-oriented communicative speech (speech not verbage, which is apparently spelled verbiage and means something almost contradictory to the meaning with which I’ve been employing it in this article.. ha, awkward)
it is less concerned with the juxtaposition of ideas and more concerned with, I don’t know, accomplishing tasks with tools I guess
Perhaps verbose employment of idioms also fails to satisfy the requirements of efficient communication,
and the narrow moral road lies between idiom, precision and elaboration.
It probably depends.
It is for me as a writer to toil and acquire the skill to pinpoint that conceptual line and articulate what I think and what I wish to communicate and/or release from my heart
and from there
To accept that the winds shall classify the beast engendered of inspiration or necessity
the behometh which cometh to exist from inside