I have been thinking a lot about words and the use of language the past couple of days.
First of all, to ensure full disclosure, I love language and I love people who are able to have fun playing with language. Unfortunately my knowledge of languages other than English is even more limited than when I was a formal student in undergraduate and graduate school. Some would accurately suggest that my knowledge of the English language is also very limited. Perhaps this is why I so enjoy the gifts of those who do know language well enough to artfully and, sometimes, satirically play with it.
Also, in deference to full disclosure, I have to admit that I am particularly fond of the written word although I could listen forever to the late Maya Angelou read such works of hers as I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings or Pema Chodron leading me through a meditation on fearlessness.
This week I have been reading The Dog by Joseph O’Neil. Some of you might know him as the author of the award winning book, Netherland. Mr. O’neil has great fun with both the English and the French languages in a very satirical, almost stream-of-consciousness sort of way. At times it feels as if my mind is running to catch up to his.
My friend, Dr Johnen and I have also been discussing an article by a student at the University of Michigan, Suzy Les Weiss about “the thought police” at the University of Michigan (and many other places). Ms. Weiss discusses the fact it is easy to make the goal political correctness rather than creating an “environment where opinions are valued beyond their adherence to a so-called progressive agenda.” In other words, it seems easy for we humans to confuse the vehicle with the goal. We seem to do that in a lot of areas in our life.
Lastly, but not least by any means, I have been chatting via instant messenger with my friend Ken who had his voice box removed because of cancer. Ken is this very bright, thoughtful, articulate man who has a very wise voice. Yet, talking is, at best, now difficult for him. Physically words never just flow from him as they once did. At least not through his voice box. They do when he is writing.
At home I am surrounded by words. Whether it is the voice from Public Radio, a recording of a spiritual teacher, a musical CD, one of the many books sitting in various piles in my home and office, one of the dozen of books waiting to be read on my ipad, a note from a friend via email, instant message, or text, or a snail mail letter waiting my response, there are many opportunity to “hear” the voice of others and, thus, to be soothe, challenged, encouraged, praised, dammed or punished. Often, how particular words, phrases or sentences affect me have more to do with what files they dredge up from my internal filing cabinet (positive and negative) then with anything that the person is saying or intending for me to hear. The same is true for how my words affect others.
Obviously, no one else can be responsible for my internal file cabinet such as I cannot be responsible for what is in someone’s else’s file cabinet. Certainly what words or phrases we use can affect how the other hears them. Some words are such common triggers that it is insensitive to use them. I know many of these words. Words such as the N word or the B word have no place in my vocabulary if I want someone to hear me. On the other hand, I find it extremely difficult to have a conversation when I am concerned about the internal or external thought police. One of the examples which Ms Weiss uses is the use of the term “crazy” which could be construed to be insensitive to those with mental illness. Yet, it is also true that the term crazy has a colloquial use meaning “enthusiastic” (I am crazy about you.) or “extremely” (I have been crazy busy.) (examples courtesy of goggle search). Do I really want to assume that the use of a word by someone constitutes a deliberate attempt to degrade or offend someone? Certainly, if I am talking to a person who I know is struggling with a mental illness I will want to be very intentional about avoiding terms which I know might make the person feel bad about themselves. On the other hand, if someone says to me that I am acting crazy when I am in one of my manic, have to get a 1000 things done now moods, that is not offensive. It is a fact!
The point is that I want to have an appreciation for the power of language. I do not want to forget the power of words when used by Maya Angelou, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, William Yates, or any of the hosts of other collection of songs which rest on my bookshelf just waiting to awaken or soothe my soul. At the same time I do not want to define myself or others by the words we consciously or unconsciously choose. We are more than that choice. Sometimes I am more in a positive sense and sometimes more in a negative sense. I am, after all this human who must learn to live with this human as well as other humans. For that, I need patience, compassion and, perhaps, most of all, a sense of humor.