In silence there is an absence of words, it is true, but silences also imply a presence, the presence of a message that has not been said, but is there, silences are not communication failures, but they communicate something that is not said. with words.
Just as there are words that say nothing, there are silences that say everything, accusing silences and killing silences, silences born of impossibility, fear or confusion and silences expressing supreme power, careful silences and silences that afflict. Silences that arise from repression and silences that liberate.
- In fact.
- You could talk about a whole language made of silences.
- But in the many forms of silence there is one that is brutal.
- Because it contains a cry.
- That is the kind of silence that comes after an overwhelming experience.
- At the same time.
- When there are no words to describe how you feel.
The silences that hide the screams are almost always associated with horror. Terror is not the same as terror. As the dictionary says, terror is an intense fear, while horror can be both a feeling of fear and aversion. by a material source, the horror comes from an inaccurate source.
To be clear: terror is experienced in the face of an identifiable object or situation; it can be an insect, a dictator or an imaginary monster. On the other hand, horror is lived in the face of a latent threat, which comes from an implicit object, but not completely defined. Horror is how you feel about “beings from beyond, ” disasters?”or ‘persecution’.
Precisely, the indefinition of these threats is one of the factors that lead to the installation of silence. How do you talk about extreme fear, or extreme disgust, if you don’t even know where it comes from, or exactly what harm it can cause?You feel it’s “something terrible, ” but other than that, nothing is clear.
Terror is what you’d feel standing in front of an angry lion in a deserted place. Horror is how you feel when someone you love and who is close to you dies suddenly. In both cases, there is a kind of lethargy, but the horror adds to the weight of the impossibility of describing or explaining.
Horror envelops these silences that hide the screams. Words can’t express the magnitude of everything you feel. Words are in debt. Everything that is said seems useless: it does not free you from pain, nor does it allow others to understand how far it goes.
In such cases, it seems that words are useless. Is verbal communication replaced by silences, but also tears, gestures of discontent, sighs?
The word is the only force capable of giving new meaning to our experiences, it is through the word that we can give an order to the world in our minds and extract from within all the forms of pain that inhabit us. Release us so we can move, forward.
Screaming is our first expression of life at birth, with this initial cry we announce that we are already here, that we have spent the first great success of our lives, we separate from our mother and with the first cry we tell the world that we need the world to continue living.
Sometimes, when we are adults, we feel that only a great cry can express what is in us, only a disjointed and wandering expression could say that we are an impotent being who needs the world.
However, we cannot scream wildly in these extreme trances of life, so the scream that does not find its way is replaced by silence, but both the gasp and the silence itself show the inability to articulate a speech, that is, , a coherent speech. testimony of what is happening to us.
So, what’s the way out? We have to scream and we can’t, we have to talk and words aren’t enough. What do we have left to continue dealing with this suffering that hurts every minute?
When common language does not work, poetry becomes an emergency and poetry is not only a set of structured verses, but also refers to all forms of expression that use figurative meanings to materialize.
Poetry is singing, dancing, painting, photographing, crafting. Knitting, sewing, decorating, catering, is every creative act intentionally performed to shape the pain we feel like poetry?
Sculpt, sculpt, cook? Cook?? Yes, cook. Has anyone read it, like chocolate water? There, Laura Esquivel shows us a woman who transmits her pain to food and makes others cry with pleasure.
Where words are insufficient and the cry drowns, there is the seed of poetry in all its forms, and it is in this place of us that we must go when pain and horror overcome us.