"Language, that bastard". Anónimo

Regina Spektor understood...

(it´s all in language, that bastard. There´s just no proportionality between our attempts to communicate and our actual ability to transmit what´s meaningful. The gap is just to big. Anyway, this song is good. And I think it sums up this human entreprise of verbalizing...)


My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain't friends, so far,
My words don't travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use,
No healthy calories,
Nutrition values.
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds