I want to acknowledge my summer writing woes. I feel a little bummed about the fact that I haven’t worked on my novel in over a month. But I am having so much fun! There are so many things going on this summer that it is not easy for me to set aside time to write. The external distractions just keep piling up. I can find at least 10 ways to procrastinate everyday. At this point, the best thing for me to do is to accept the fact that I’m not going to do much writing this summer. Fall and winter are my most productive writing times anyway. So be it!
Even though I haven’t been writing these past few months, I still find myself thinking about language. Where would we be without language? Lately, I have been contemplating the the word SYMBIOSIS (it deserves all caps) /simbēˈōsis-bī-/ noun BIOLOGY 1. an interaction between two different organisms living in close physical association, typically to the advantage of both. 2. a mutually beneficial relationship between different people or groups/species.
I recently found this awesome quote by Peter Warshall, “We have to understand that since the planet is taking care of us, our job is to protect ourselves from ourselves. And once that change is made, that we are protecting ourselves from ourselves inside a symbiosis, then we can go on and create a politics that is different from the politics we have now…”
It got me thinking . . . How exactly are we supposed to return to a language of perfect unity? How do we name or label “things” without breaking or disrupting them? I am interested in the way we address language as a means to regain consciousness in the aftermath of a life of discord and rupture–as it appears to exist–on the inside and outside of myself and others. I am interested in how to reawaken, emerge, and grow from a rhizome within an autonomous zone in order to evolve as a species and protect other species.
Genius is the activity which repairs the decay of things. – Ralph Waldo Emerson