Don’t you love words? I love words. I love words so much I
use them all the time. My favourite
words are slippage, anthracite and funicular. Although that’s only what sprung
to mind when I wrote the last sentence. Dennis Potter’s Singing Detective’s
favourite word was elbow from whence the band got its name.
Elbow is a good word. It seems to suggest the
joint in two ways. First, of course, there is the ‘L’ – no doubt where the word
came from in the first place, but there’s also the sense of second syllable
going off at an angle to the first. Or
maybe you don’t see that. Maybe it’s
just me.
With so many to choose from it’s really quite ridiculous to
say that any one word is your favourite, but, come on, we all have them. When I was young my favourite word was
‘adapter’. I have no idea why. More recently I’ve come to fancy Blorenge,
the only word I know that rhymes with orange.
(The Blorenge is a mountain in South Wales.)
I like words for their sounds, for what they suggest, as
well as what they mean. I also enjoy
the hidden poetry of words. I love the
metaphor grasp – as in to grasp an idea – there are so many
connotations, grasping on to a branch of a tree, a baby grasping a parent’s
finger, and the hidden gasp when the grasp is released, or when the idea
is grasped.
I adore words, and sentences, for their rhythms and
textures, as in Manley Hopkins’ Pied Beauty:
Glory be to God for
dappled things –
For skies of
couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in
stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal
chesnut falls; finches wings;
Landscape plotted and
pieced – fold, fallow and plough
And all trades, their
gear and tackle and trim.
But when I read Steven Pinker’s utterly wonderful book The
Stuff of Thought I realised there was an element of language that revealed
something of the world I had never considered.
Why do we talk about things being underwater when they are in
water? Or underground when they
are in the ground? Do we describe ourselves as being ‘under the
air’? The words refer to surfaces, of
course, not substances. Ultimately,
Pinker suggests, the way we use words has something to do with physics.
Why can we say he poured water into the jug but not the
jug was poured with water? We can
say he daubed paint on the wall and the wall was daubed with paint.
So why is the daubed sentence interchangeable, but not poured?
Physics, says Pinker. It’s physics. Verbs that describe something coming into
contact with something else (e.g. daub) are more flexible than verbs
that involve the work of gravity (pour). Because gravity goes only one
way. Pinker suggests that words and
syntax have a logic of which most of us are unaware.
When we read our brains are subject to a huge variety of
conscious and unconscious messages and patterns. Pinker has shown that syntax can describe the world in he same
way that Freud revealed how words can betray our thoughts. Words can contain everything from the fizz and
spill of our synapses to the music of the spheres, and we, as writers, or our
readers, may not be aware of a fraction of what is going on. It’s all pretty miraculous, don’t you think?
6 comments:
Certainly do! A very interesting look at words - am now off to look for a jug and some water . . .
This is great - thanks, Andrew!
Lovely blog. I go through phases with favourite words and find myself using certain ones over and over until I tire of them and move on to others. I particularly like "specious" and "shambolic" at the moment. Thank you for your insight and also for the recommendation of Steven Pinker's book, which I shall now have to read.
This is my second attempt to leave a comment (and if it doesn't work, I'll be very nervous about my second attempt to put an ABBA blog up this week...) But this is a fascinating post, Andrew, which had me reading out loud most of the way down, just to feel the words in my mouth. If you enjoyed the Steven Pinker book, you might also like The Tell Tale Brain by VS Ramachandran, in which the author theorises that the shapes our fingers make when we think about an object might influence the shape our mouths make when we communicate about it - and therefore what words we use for that object or related concepts. At least, I think that's what he's saying - I'm only halfway through the book! Great post.
Thanks all...and Lari, thanks for the recommendation. Shapes of fingers...I play Irish fiddle, and have always been intrigued by how much the shape of my fingers often means more than the sound I make. (If you heard me you'd understand why).
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