Words, not Letters
An aching heart, head; a brain made useless
by an incapable, unknowing mind.
In short, I do not know- nor do I
wish to know- how “A” becomes
“B”, or even how- or why- “A”
came to be:
I did try to know, but the letters
failed me. D, E, F, G, U, Y
and X. Letters I do not know
(or at least, have hardly ever
known)- they seem strange,
alien, unfamiliar. Foreign.
I prefer words;
they “prefer” me.
I love the way they group together:
simply, languidly, even incessantly,
and flow from the tips of my
fingers- my mouth- my pen. My
brain speaks and
produces, even when I wish it wouldn’t,
and will go on speaking,
wishing and producing
(I hope) long after you work out
the eigenvector for the transformation,
through which our thoughts become
words. Beautiful words,
where letters combine with thoughts, feelings-
even rationality- order- logic: to make meaning.
A meaning and a logic beyond that we
can achieve by letters- and numbers- alone.
Give me words. Not letters. Any
time or day.