language and emotion

language is the repetition of sounds that have had desired effects on those around us in the past and the exploration of new sounds that better express our emotions. that is language, that is poetry. the english language is restrictive in its ability to express what we feel and takes years of study to be able to bend it to our will, and even then it remains a force, unwilling to break.

language can evolve further. we can simplify and we can expand. right now there are so many complications in the english language that exist to better express our emotions, and i have something to say about emotions as well, but that i'll discuss later. the other night i found myself fully aware of the english language and its limitations, or rather the limitations of accepted phrases. i understood what the phrase i'd used was trying to convey, but it was too simple, it didn't grasp the depth of the emotion i was trying to convey. the job of linguists, of poets, is to find new ways of expressing, of expanding our consciousness of ourselves and our feelings.

now for our feelings. it occurs to me that, eventually, all emotion eventually derives from our desire to mate, to breed, to further the species. that being said, another task artists have is to complicate that. to add layers to our one desire. you see, our survival instinct and our breeding instinct are mutually exclusive, you cannot have one without the other. what is your motivation to survive-to live to breed. why do you breed-so the species can survive and continue the process of evolution.

i have since concluded that the process of evolution is meaningless as there is no ultimate goal. there is no end to the path, there is not even a path, just the twisting groove we cut out of the nothingness. this is what i now struggle with: what is the point of continuing towards nothingness? for the sheer novelty of it? i cannot, as yet, see a point.

Repo Man truly is one of the greatest films ever made. it's so desperately original.