One of the best Italian pop songs was sung by one of their most popular singers, Mina, and it was called “Parole Parole”. I guess literal translation would go as “Words, Words”. Not really knowing the language, you can try to interpret what is being said (with words and music), but it transpires that whatever you say sometimes, it is — just words.
Sure, I might be wrong, but the point is, actually the question comes up, is there such a thing as ‘just words’? Something every writer should ask himself as he commits his thoughts to paper, word processor, whatever. Well, yes and no.
Empty talk, empty words can be exactly that if they, first of all, don’t make any sense to the writer himself. In that case, they will not make any sense to anybody who hears or reads them. Disconnected, disjointed, senseless, they just make lines that only impersonate meaningful thoughts.
Still, on many occasions, they represent a state of mind, but in those cases, no matter how disconnected, disjointed they are, they present a state of mind and committed to some sort of posterity can paint a picture, and possibly a way out of that disconnected, disjointed state of mind.
Are the words worthy to be committed in that case? I’d say yes. First of all, to the writer himself. They can surely give him clues how to make sense out of it all, but then, what about the reader that tramples upon such ‘jumble’?
Maybe the reader will see some personal sense in all that, but he can also play the role of an editor, even if he really isn’t one and point the writer in the direction of clues that will make sense out of his words. The only question that remains is — will he bother. The writer certainly should.
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