In keeping with recent themes, these two silly vintage songs becoming salient right now...the first speaking to the discomfort, sometimes, of deploying words when one's primary language is sound and vibration, the second to their perennial, a priori fallibility as receptacles for "what words cannot express", or can only express by trivializing as accoutrements of sentiment, as the veils of glamor or appetite fall down over their essence...Both songs articulate these properties in the context of love; if love exists to transcend our human containers, shouldn't it be beyond words? That said, what I do love is when friends will say: yeah, word meaning yeah, yes, I agree, I love it, too, I see the essence of what you're saying—it's been noted, yes.
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How I sometimes experience trying to "use my words", if I cannot get the words right, if I am trying to access the lineaments of a feeling and am meanwhile being bombarded with stimuli outside that feeling:
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