Baudrillard caught me by surprise today with the following quote:
If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity. Jean Baudrillard.
Language has a way of moving me, a way of finding its way to my heart. Baudrillard has a way of reminding me that I indeed have fallen love with language. In fact, I’m grateful that I have the aptitude to use language in the manner in which I’m able to use it. I’ll keep using language, and I’ll keep letting language find its way to my heart!
The question is: will I fall in love with that language–in that river? Where is this river taking me? I’m at Horse shoe falls OR the dam…
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"Only what is rooted is living. But taking root truly will often make you seem detached."
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7 October, 2008 at 2:03 pm
I wrote this post 03 August 2008 and then just yesterday [06 October 2008], I penned an email to a friend. Yes, she is a friend, albeit a friend whom I miss dearly. I am one who believes in the art and discipline of listening to one’s soul, and the language of the heart is the place that is either colonized by the voices without OR awakened tuned by the voice of our soul. That is always my hope for the other. I have fallen in love w/ language…and, i seem to continue to let language find its way to my heart.