Words (Thoughts)

The power and the meaninglessness of words perfectly epitomizes the contradictory nature of all human constructs. I attempt to use my knowledge and artistic sensibilities to build a structure of words which can convey abstract ideals into concrete creations within you. I have a friend who is struggling with internal and external misfortunes and I try desperately to use my words to help ease her struggle. The poor truth of geography we share has forced me to hold unto the power of my words to affect her life in a positive manner ya bish? But no, she doesn't understand for the power I am trying to convey through the wonders of a shrinking and continuously globalized world lies within herself and not within myself. I am attempting to pro-ject words that bring forth great emotions within me to repeat the feat within her, I am attempting to universalize a subjective truth through the hope of convincing her that her subjective truth is also my own, such minimizing and retracting the power of our individuality.

There is undoubtedly overlap that will occur. The power of art is its ability to burrow deep within its receiver, unearthing great truths that we had not realized existed. At the moment I am listening to a piece by Kendrick Lamar called Money Trees, a song that takes a hard and constructive look at the gang banging culture that exists within L.A. and other major North American metropolises, truths that occur because of racist economics and "the weight of history"; the term has just procured a few chuckles from myself, the context for which is completely subjective and plagiaristic in nature. What I am trying to say is that I am a white middle class male who by the very essence of his birthing was given a life in which I am free of all the turmoil that a black North American man such as kendrick has faced. Yet, despite the vast chasm between our social, economic, and racial differences I can relate to him. I can take in the power of his words and find a deep seeded emotion which we both share and I am able to let the flow of his ebonic lyrics flow through my soul and conscious mind. We share a basic humanity and a basic language (to an extent).

So I hope, beg, and perhaps pray that the power that kendrick has with words can also be the power I have with words, that I am able to dig deep within the mind and feelings of my friend(s) with the words I am unleashing through the unsubstantiated energies of my mind, fingers, and the social media we have all been dissolved within; that I am able to connect rather than redirect, that I am able to convey rather than refrain and that I am gifted enough to define rather than remind the realities we hold inside ourselves.