To borrow Kendrick Lamar’s first words from his latest album, I’ve been going through something, be afraid. My therapist suggested recently that I return to my writing projects and, what do you know, I’ve been back on this URL writing about … linguistic theory? Proust? What’s going on here? Well, nothing too out of the … Continue reading Journaling
So in my last post, I noted the freedom that comes with the knowledge that human language — as explained by linguist Noam Chomsky — did not evolve as a form of communications, but rather as a way of explaining and expressing our thoughts and feelings. This, in turn, becomes a comforting answer to the … Continue reading And Then What?
A friend today gifted me a wonderful thought by way of the linguist Noam Chomsky. It may seem like a very academic proposition on the surface, but to me it was one of the most beautiful and optimistic ideas I have ever considered. As a writer, I have long felt a sense of sadness over … Continue reading Words Failing
I wrote a little bit about Proust earlier this month and decided this week to re-read the one book in his Lost Time series that I remember least — his novel-within-the-novel THE PRISONER. It’s one of the shortest segments in the project and probably the simplest story of them all because there are only a … Continue reading The Prisoner