"I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with the nonhuman world and somehow survives...Paradox and bedrock."-Edward Abbey

11 May 2011

The Mist of Forgotten Words

Ever had something to say, whether trivial or profound, but suddenly language becomes foreign and nonsensical? Ever had the words, then they catch the throat an die, only to be exhaled as empty air, like autumn dead leaves on a blustery day? Ever had a tangent incubate, come to fruition, and then evaporate from the mind's eye like ice fog under hot daylight? Ever dipped into the wells of metaphor, only to discover it as dry as the remains of an Egyptian mummy?

Yeh? Me too. Believe it or don't, more times than I would care to count.
And yet, strangely enough, it seems when words are forgotten, that's when there's really something to say...


  1. Isn't this the truth. Weaving words together seems so easy, until there is something important to say. Twice in the past few days I have done this...the words dropping out of my mouth before the sound.

    You weaved some wonderful sentences together to write this one though. I hope you can find the rest of your words.

  2. Yes absolutely. But I never crafted that thought as well as you have here.

  3. I'm speachless on very rare occasions and this mostly happens when there's something important to say. So yes, I agree with you and totally understan what you meant to "say".

  4. thats funny. i seem to have the opposite. when theres something important to say, i can always find my voice. but i can't seem to find the right words to expresss a lot of anything else, so people seem to think i'm smart and quiet.

  5. Light208; It's almost as if with nothing to say there was plenty of words, neh. I find this ironic.

    Starlight; For me, such occasions do not discriminate.

    Noobyman; I tend to keep quiet when it comes to speech. For some queer reason, folks seem floored and uneasy when I have no words.