The Logophile

more than a fetish for words some of us breathe in the scent of language as if it was the last leg of sustenance before the final blow that will take us all out to send us spiraling downward into the grave. more than a lust for words, those who love to hear people talk, who love dialogue in films, who long to hear their favorite rapper flow, who long to indulge in the genius of old literature while swimming in the newest piece of fiction or non that they can get their hands on--- we know the addiction all too well, how much this thing called life dwells within the realm of the word. now, if it be that during our lifetimes this thing called language would morph to something beyond the realm of words, personally, this writer would be a bit bummed--- no doubt, what comes next will be no less creative, and there will be a new love a new lust for the most relevant communication out there be it telepathic or provided in some new way by machines, through the hyperreality of the net, etc. but in this present moment, what we have is what we got and what we got is words, wondrous words, which will not whither but instead, attack, inspire, rebel, and free our minds--- bringing the lot of us into the mix the best way we know how.