Read something interesting in the newspaper today by Howard Jacobsen. He said:
Without a context we understand nothing. A context explains intent. And without an intent we understand nothing either. A word on its own tells you absolutely zilch.
Words are innocent. Words await what the user means to do with them, and then await interpretation at the other end. They are no more malicious in themselves than alcohol is inebriated in the bottle.
I'm not too sure. Anyway, here's another haiku, with no malicious intent:
Branches nod sagely
Like two old politicians
In their secret talks.
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There's no money in poetry but there's no poetry in money either. Robert Graves.
1 comment:
Loving this blog!!!!!! Reading your entry here made me think that if you hadn't read any already I think you would like to read books by Roland Barthes, Alain de Botton and Gaston Bachelard - all french linguistic philosophers (broadly speaking), perhaps better to say cultural philosophers, and very much up your street I think.
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