She had become tangled in the meaning
of an untimely word
—what does it matter now?
When full of fear and sadness
she turned to look at the others
the word grew larger.
— Maria Laina
At any moment in our life we are entangled in all the past of humanity, and that past is primarily language, so we live as if upon a background of incessant chorus, and of course it is possible to imagine the presence of everything which has ever been spoken. — Czeslaw Milosz
Response to the question about my ten favorite words: "World, pain, earth, mother, men, desert, honor, poverty, summer, sea.” — Albert Camus
With this mind, consider several worldly words:
rose escalating climbed composition
gases surged concentrations spurring
accumulating pushing hotter
occupied slash intensification burns
trapping precise million
jump atmospheric shift
risen calculations tracks
releasing leaks responsible
blame heat burning processes
massive emissions levels vastly
spiking spewed sucked
What-is-said fiction vs Observed reality. Words listed above in random order from news reports based on an April 5, 2024 NOAA Research news release: No sign of greenhouse gases increases slowing in 2023
Still from The Day The Earth Caught Fire (1961) |
The Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.
— Wislawa Szymborska
In Finale, lines from a Robert Hass poem:
In our century, it was the fashion in philosophy
not to ask unanswerable questions. That was left
to priests and poets.
And in our age of simulacra I am compelled to add: Posters!
Emmanuelle Seigner and Mathieu Amalric in Venus in Fur (French: La Vénus à la fourrure), directed by Roman Polanski, 2013. |
— Maria Laina (Greek 1947–2023) poem from Hers (1985) trans Karen Van Dyke.
— The Czeslaw Milosz (Polish 1911-2004, Nobel 1980) comment above refers to this poem by W.S. Merwin: Utterance
Sitting over words
very late I have heard a kind of whispered sighing
not far
like a night wind in pines or like the sea in the dark
the echo of everything that has ever
been spoken
still spinning its one syllable
between the earth and silence
— Albert Camus (French 1913-1960, Nobel 1957) in Notebooks 1951-1954
— Wislawa Szymborska (Polish 1923– 2012, Nobel 1996) trans Czeslaw Milosz
— Robert Hass from the poem State of the Planet
The Day The Earth Caught Fire (1961) Director Val Guest |