for love of language

after years of undreaming silence, of palsied hands and desert mouth, i feel myself alive; revived and invigorated by the fluid force of language. these past few weeks my ears were almost capsized by waves of eloquent speech. i floated happily to the wordplay in Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. the "words, words, words" made famous by Shakespeare and reinterpreted and reinvented by Stoppard somersaulted off the tongue like dolphins skimming the seas. and i found myself delighted and delirious for more oratorial diversion.

the democratic national convention offered me a different draught to quench my thirst - a mastery of language infused with medicinal purpose. and i swallowed it down in parched gulps. the speeches given by those impassioned leaders were like ingredients to a magic elixir; a potent potion of hope and inspiration, fervor and promise, that the enthralled audience savored to intoxication. and i hope the serum of truth and optimism they so carefully prepared can help remedy this ailing country; give it breath to speak against the noxious lies of the current administration, and strength to lift its fists against their injustices and wrongdoing.

more importantly, however, all this lovely language is healing me. i feel my voice returning. and my hands, once diminished by debilitating drought, course with recovered creative blood. in slow short bursts, aided by this boggled blog, my fingers find their flexibility. they are not so nimble, but they are well-intentioned. they are as yet unpracticed, but determined to demonstrate some kind of literary promise.

and hopefully with patience, through time, by arduous application, indeed, for love of language, i will fulfill that promise.