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The Death of Words

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There are - most people would agree, and some of them aggressively so - more important things than words. Still, words are important enough, if one reflects that those who have been deprived of them from birth never - for better or worse - become part of the human community. Orwell - via Newspeak - suggests another way in which they are important - in the manipulation of thought, and through thought, behaviour.

In a 1944 essay entitled 'The Death of Words', C.S. Lewis deals with what may be a natural - or at least unconscious - form of the erosion of meaning in language. This is the transition of a word from having a descriptive meaning, to having a purely judgemental meaning. This can happen in two ways - the word can become pejorative, or it can become the opposite, which Lewis refers to as "eulogistic".

The pejorative shift is more common:

It is certainly true that nearly all our terms of abuse were originally terms of description; to call a man 'villain' defined his legal status long before it came to denounce his morality.

However:

But I doubt if that is the whole story. There are, indeed, few words which were once insulting and are now complimentary - 'democrat' is the only one that comes readily to mind. But surely there are words that have become merely complimentary - words which once had a definable sense and which are now nothing more than noises of vague approval? The clearest example is the word 'gentleman'. This was once (like 'villain') a term which defined a social and heraldic fact. The question whether Snooks was a gentleman was almost as soluble as the question whether he was a barrister or Master of Arts. The same question, asked forty years ago (when it was asked very often), admitted of no solution. The word had become merely eulogisitic... This is one of the ways in which words die.

He goes on to say:

The vocabulary of flattery and insult is continually enlarged at the expense of the vocabulary of definition. As old horses go to the knacker's yard, or old ships to the breakers, so words in their last decay go to swell the enormous list of synonyms for good and bad.

With this in mind, I wonder what it says about our current age that the word 'anti-science' is now used so often in certain quarters as merely pejorative - a way of dismissing an argument - and that 'scientific' is used merely to mean 'reliable' (with 'unscientific' to mean 'unreliable'). Is this a trend in which all that is 'unscientific' merely becomes illegitimate and unthinkable, with 'scientific' (following the eulogistic usage of such words as 'Christian' and 'American') being simply the undescriptive, rallying flag of the realm that is (we are compelled to believe) all there is?

Lewis's essay ends as follows:

And when, however reverently, you have killed a word you have also, as far as in you lay, blotted from the human mind the thing that word originally stood for. Men do not long continue to think what they have forgotten how to say.

September haiku

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I haven't been keeping track of the days. I thought today was Thursday, but I'm informed that it's Friday.

I thought it was a couple of days ago I composed a haiku in my head, looking out the kitchen window at the garden, but it might have been longer. I think it was July that, looking out at the same view, I composed another haiku, which I meant to write down, but didn't. The July haiku went something like this:

To say that there is
Honeysuckle by the door
Is only the truth.

The September haiku went like this:

Rain. Wind shakes the web.
At first I miss the spider -
There, under a leaf.

I think it was on the same day I composed this latter haiku that I listened again to the album Ocky Milk by Momus. I think it might be his strongest album of this century so far.

Momus is known as being a 'fake' artist, in that he favours Brechtian distancing, often writes musical pastiches, is suspicious of what he calls "rockism", which is characterised by the Romantic emphasis on authenticity, etc.

However, listening to Ocky Milk, I felt again what I have felt before, that there is at least one sense in which 'fake' doesn't cover his creative output. I think my favourite songs by Momus are all characterised by an autumnal or sometimes even wintry mood - 'Beowulf', 'Lovely Tree' and others. Ocky Milk has its share of these, and the best of them all, for me, is 'Zanzibar'.

When I say autumnal, I have in mind a particular feeling that has haunted me all my life. Wistfulness comes close, but, perhaps only in phonetics, perhaps also in other ways, sounds a little too close to 'whimsicality'. What I'm talking about is something deeper.

It was only quite recently - this year, I think - that I learned a word I wish I'd known a long time ago. That word is 'sehnsucht'.



It's a German word and apparently untranslatable. Therefore, I may be using it inappropriately to fit a feeling of my own for which there are no words. However, in support of my intuition, I strongly associate the feeling I have with children's stories such as those written by C.S. Lewis, and I find that the word 'sehnsucht' had particular resonance for Lewis. Of sehnsucht, he wrote that it is:

That unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead, the title of The Well at the World's End, the opening lines of "Kubla Khan", the morning cobwebs in late summer, or the noise of falling waves.



We live in an age when people try to film ghosts on popular television shows. No self-respecting ghost would appear on Britain's Most Haunted.

Perhaps the word 'sehnsucht' should not even exist. Perhaps I should not even have written this.

I will publish this, but I am sure I will feel ashamed.

Let's just say I'm a fake, and pretend there's nothing more to it.