Language
Words on language.
For,
My a Angel-Oh!
Singed, while her house
Went up in smoke.
While her neighbors,
-numbed and dutiful-
-drummed the usual-
Clutched their masks
To cough in an elbow.
In this suffocation:
Low never knew Low,
-And-
Dark never knew Dark
-And-
Hell was a thing that chilled,
While words never knew
Their names.
-So She-
Showed them- told them,
Showed them- and told them,
Showed them- and told them,
Their names.
-Now-
Good News is Good News!
Light is Light!
-And-
Joy is Joy!
-And-
Boy! Oh, Boy!
This Soul,
Is: This Soul,
That’s met,
Joy, who is
Joy!
And the fire burns.
And the fire warms.
And the soul’s name,
Is spoke with Freedom.
~ Wynn ~
Punctuation.
2024.04.10
2024.04.10
Good morning, that wonderful way.
My use of grammar is my own.
At times obvious in its stretch, from what's expected.
But the point of writing is clarity of expression.
To tell the tale of the thoughts, be them story, essay, poem, dissertation; the idea is the conveyance of the experience of dream through glyph.
Punctuation is a route and not a roadmap.
The path the words take to get to you.
Sometimes there are unexpected detours.
Sometimes, 'Hey, look! A moose!’ slows down the trip by adding to the trip.
The words are our tools, they are the author's breadcrumb trail to show the scenery.
Punctuation makes necessary stops on the freeway.
Breath-catch places to take in the sights or use the restroom.
A quick period for some fast food.
'What's a semi-colon doing here? This place has fine dining? It seems so out of place. Ooh, look at the memorial to the founding of this city. So much culture. To think we just stopped to pee!'
Grammar.
Punctuation.
Spelling stays.
A word is its glyphs and what those glyphs can and might be able to do.
Every word has at least one thing in common: Potential.
The ability to grow.
Words are living things or they're just etches in sand, on slates, and screens.
All living things grow.
So, within each word is not the capability to grow, but the necessity to.
Even in your name, this holds true.
...
What is love if not the mystery of what love might be?
We redefine it every moment, everyday.
We dedicate ourselves to making shape and sense of it by adding the recognition of it to all our actions.
Love interrupted?
Only distracted by what requires love to be sustained.
Selfless love does not exist, because it requires intent.
Unintentional love is not love but opportunity for a new place for love.
Choice, love comes down to choice.
Not whether or not we love, whether or not we choose to spend it intentionally where we are.
When love stagnates, it grows heavy and drags one down, and creates a depression where they stand.
The possessor of the withheld love is best served by moving along and spending that fire.
We all hold that fire called love.
Where we choose to spend that fire becomes our life.
That flame is the most important of all, our precious gift.
We must create with it, or it will bring us down from the weight of waiting with it.
Be careful how you spend your fire, but make sure you do.
Hold a torch too long... you become the torch.
Walk on. Light up new realities, dream new dreams and set them alive with your own God gifted sunshine.
+he Ghos+
~ Wynn ~
Every Word is a Verb
2022.08.28
2022.08.28
The idea is as it always was. To make something beautiful and share it.
The older I get the more certain I am that the second part is a given.
All we do is shared and so it’s recorded.
The idea is the intent.
The finished product also contains how the thing was done.
Every piece of effort placed into anything is a piece of that thing.
A true record of all includes every step, breath, high five, fist pump.
All the love is digested in all the home-cooking.
Every action is put into every word.
Every word done into every action done, is in everything made.
Actions don’t speak louder than words without words, because every action is, in fact, every word.
Every word is a list of actions done in the rhythm that makes that word.
Every word is the dance of choreographies of every already existing word necessary to make that new word.
Every word constantly dances the steps of previous experience.
Every word is a verb.
+he Ghos+
~ Wynn ~