Silence, as all writers know, allows the word to be heard.
At a given moment, the silence is so strong that the words express nothing but it alone.
Does this silence, capable of making language tilt over, possess its own language to which one can attribute neither origin nor name?
Inaudible language of the secret?
At a given moment, the silence is so strong that the words express nothing but it alone.
Does this silence, capable of making language tilt over, possess its own language to which one can attribute neither origin nor name?
Inaudible language of the secret?
Those who have been reduced to silence, once, know it best, but know also that they can hear it.
~Edmund Jabès (French poet (1912-1991)
~Edmund Jabès (French poet (1912-1991)
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