Comments on: These words are ghostings

By: Martine

Martine — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 18:47:39 +0000

You describe both powerfully and eloquently the way in which words can take over one’s mind, one’s every waking moment. It is a state to be treasured, even as it can be all-consuming. This piece of art has transfixed me with its intensity. Thankyou.

By: the original ty

the original ty — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 00:35:05 +0000

I’ve read your piece a couple of times in the past day or so. I like it a lot.

By: thom young

thom young — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 23:05:15 +0000

well done (just like i like my steaks)

By: An Unreliable Witness

An Unreliable Witness — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 20:47:38 +0000

So for reasons of editorial decorum, I was going to leave this comment until later. But I can’t. I’ve had the privilege of reading this piece of your mind a number of times before publishing it here, and I am still — what’s the word? — gobsmacked by it. That’s one hell of a brain you’ve got there. (I maybe a little bit drunk.)

By: Ani

Ani — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 19:34:09 +0000

Un dia nos tenemos que encontrar en Macondo, el Macondo de mi juventud, y hablar de la palabra y lo demas hasta el amanecer.

Dude I fucking love this! [And that I must express in my true tongue — the American English of my teenage mind.]

By: Roberta

Roberta — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 15:01:06 +0000

‘For sure, assembling new words by putting together fragments of different languages reveals the only truth we all should share when it comes to poetry and literature: as Kafka said, writers do not belong to a nation, a race, or a gender. Writing make us stateless, the free writing citizens of Macondo.’

yes yes yes!

this piece made me think about something i often wonder because quite a lot of what i read is translation:
if there’s always something lost, no matter how good the translation, and perhaps some essential meaning / nuances only speakers of the original language can comprehend. and that notion of if certain feelings are only possible in certain languages. (or perhaps it’s chicken & egg and certain languages simply give –words– to certain feelings.)

i loved this.