What is Language?
A phone call with a friend yesterday led to our thinking what it would be like to lose one’s ability to speak or process words—in other words, to lose one’s language. She reminded me that art is a language. Like the person who continues to eloquently play piano when his memory is otherwise fading, or the artist who expresses her feelings with drawings when she can’t find the words, I hope one would find an alternate language.
The poem “Conversing” could refer to anything the reader imagines. It was originally written in response to my experience of finding a way to connect with very few words of shared language.
It’s partly in how we hear the other. . .
which reminds me of a saying:
“The Mind is for seeing, the heart is for hearing.“ –Arabic proverb