LANGUAGE AND TRUTH

Your first written impulse isn’t always

The truth

And so revisions

Paring away distracting words

Imprecise words

Replacing the vague with

Clarity

Sculpting truth

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Epistemology and What Words Are

Words are created by people;

They help us function.

Words have meaning only when

Our experience meshes with the origin

Of any given word.

Then there is the consideration

Of experience.

To Locke, experience is

Inner and outer.

The motions of our soul are inner.

The world we all share is outer.

Words created to mediate what is inner

Confront what is outer.

When they coincide,

We call it truth.

A preponderance of words from what is inner

That don’t coincide with words from what is outer

Is what we call a lie.

Linguistic processes affirm the art of epistemology.

And there is what we call truth.

For those who care.

Critical Theory

Critical Theory

Poetry is about the imagination

Language is about itself

Words about words

Art is about form, hue, and value

There is something in that

But not the whole

Words come from other words in a sequence

But why the sequence?

And why the form, hue, and value?

Meaning clothes itself in words, form, hue, and value

We read, we view

We bring meaning to the meaning

Which is clothed in word, form, hue, and value

–Neither meaning unviewed wholly

Nor the reader’s meaning wholly

Neither exclusively words about language

Nor exclusively the readers’ meaning

But an encounter, dialogue, relationship

There’s something of the artist in art

And we come away more that we were

After reading, after viewing

Sonnet: Carol and the Limits of Language

When Shakespeare sought to praise his love

He found that words and language failed

No metaphor or symbol was enough

Every comparison simply paled

 

If no one used our language better

And the words of our best poet wouldn’t do

How could I arrange line, word, and letter

And begin to rightly praise you?

 

Only with the language of my heart

And only with the truth that’s in my eyes

Can I begin to hope to try a start

To rightly tell the beauty that in you lies

 

The limitations of the written word

Will never speak as loving hearts when heard.