I love the spaces between words. Those
powerful silences when emotions run too deep to be expressed by mere words. A
poem or a song might fill the void but most people in ‘real life’ sadly do not burst
into song or have the perfect poem off pat. There is usually just silence. Portraying
these moments in fiction can be a challenge.
For my own sanity I have to spend at least
five minutes of every day inhabiting that space. When I am not speaking there
is time to listen to the noisy jumble of thoughts and ideas that are bouncing
around inside my head. If I’m not given enough time to think, I become
melancholy and irritable.
Yesterday as I was walking along the South
Bank I was accosted by a man who said, “London Bridge
Hospital . Where is London Bridge
Hospital ?”
I was shocked and for a minute I was once
again transported back to The London Hospital in the eighteenth century. I had
just come for the Museum
of London ’s Doctors, Dissection and Resurrection Men
exhibition. By the time I had pulled myself together, worked out that he
probably meant Guy’s Hospital, he had moved off from me in disgust and was making
his desperate appeal to someone else.
Thoughts
like fine wine need time to breathe. They need rousing time!
Every morning as a child my mother would
wake up my brother and I by calling our names from the bottom of the stairs.
When we answered her call she would give us rousing time. Five minutes or so of
precious time to gather one’s thoughts, banish bad dreams and prepare for the
day ahead. I still wake up each day and give myself rousing time.
As a teacher I have learned the power of
silence. If I wait long enough with the right attitude - judgemental or
irritated waiting will not do - then the child will invariably find the right
words or the courage to speak out. It is one piece of advice that I give to
colleagues: “Give the child time.” In class rooms it can be horrifying how
little time is given between asking a question and waiting for the answer.
Theatre and film are more obvious mediums
for showing what happens in the space between words. In storytelling, there is
interior monologue, or the narrator’s voice, or observations from another
character’s point of view.
I often describe periods of time in
companionable silence to show an emotional connection between characters. How
do you write the space between words?
2 comments:
Lovely post and so true - moments of silence and gathering oneself together are vital. Interesting about the difference between fiction and plays here - I can remember acting in a couple of Pinter sketches, and the direction: (pause) in Pinter is a very powerful device, much used!
Pinter's plays sprang to mind when I was writing the post. Thank you for commenting.
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