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July 20, 2004 I just thought I'd take a little trip into myself, look around a little at words: Words can be disconnecting or connecting - piled up high like sawdust - they can make a person involved or mixed up; alive like a fox terrier or dead like a snake, eaten by a mongoose. Words, yes words are akin to bugs flying on the wind, wherever they land, everyone wants to know. They can be strong and physical at times: and the polar-opposite perhaps is poetry, the seeds of hunger to meekness and tranquility, as they float into the wind. There is much ground for all the roots into the world - the roots being the words, the ground being the masses. Words can be tender things, leaving craftsmanship to the writer, as to a lover; they can also plow like a field tractor, plow over an enemy like a hurried soldier; make right wrong, or wrong right - make it sound that way anyhow. When I read a story I can hear every word, and the thoughts of them. They all have footsteps as in crossing a room trying to make me think. They make me smile and laugh, even at myself. Words however wonderful they can be can also be as torturous or better put, treacherous as one can conceive; one cannot survive without the other though, or so it seems - the bad and the good. Sometimes the mind within the words want to cheat: like men and women setting aside a little cheat money, you know, to get out of town on the quick. Or words can buzz around in a woman's bonnet until she finds herself looking down on her husband, trying to figure out what went wrong, the words are hard to say sometimes, not necessarily find, for it is simply another man. So here is a poem of words for you: Here again, There again, Home again, Finnegan. Maybe I'll turn out to be a poet...what does all this mean - what matters what it means? ------------ About the author: Mr. Siluk is a world traveler, a lover of the mysteries around the world, and has visit many World Heritage Sites, the most recent being Easter Island and the Galapagos. His most recent book: "After Eve," and his 26th book thus far, can be seen on/at Barns and Nobel.com, Amazon.com, Walmart and several other sites. He spends his time between Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and is wroking on two more books: "Stay Down, Old Abram," and "Curse of the Abyss Worm," the second being a suspensful mystery. Visit http://dennissiluk.tripod.com Email: dlsiluk@msn.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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