Shout Silently. Please.

8 Sep

So I’ve subscribed to 30+ RSS feeds using Google Reader, and this poignant little video pops up on the latest blog post on ‘New-Art’.

So there’s definitely this strange thing. Called silence. Which I don’t think we’re all that familiar with today.

Ask Nicholas Cage.  No really, you should. Click the link. He’ll tell you all about. Alternatively just watch it here:

Interestingly enough – entirely uncontrived* and coincidental – the limitless variation of avenues one has to view the exact youtube clip to which I am referring, in fact demonstrates my point:

An overwhelmingly oppressive wave of information floods the universe. The point of this post was triggered by a post on New Art this week, displaying, well…nothing. A series of clips of Nicholas Cage playing different characters, a montage of captured moments of sighing, of silence.

Well silence, so it appears. Of course if one was to script the entire youtube montage it would look like a tower of Ellipsis. Piling one on top of the other in some sort of enchanting, puzzling display of inarticulatable* truth. ‘Language fails us’ – the very words reverberate off the dust-covered walls of my mind’s fading memories of Year 12 Literature classes. ‘Language fails us‘, I swear was the central idea of every piece of Literature we ever studied. Either that, or ‘the fragmentation of the human self’. It would seem we’re all inescapably angsty* with existentialistic fervour; fever. Existentialism; words and words and words of thoughts and thoughts and thoughts, bouncing of classroom walls and coffee shop walls and conference room walls. Everyone’s talking about something. In books, with pens, in newspapers, to friends, to strangers, to audiences, on keyboards, with pixelated words, on twitter, on Facebook, on blogs. What is everyone talking? The Western world is drowning in words.

What this montage essentially illuminates, is the irrelevance of language. The silence is enough. Is often more than enough. The relevance comes from something far more important than the words. The character speaks through his face, the intonation of his sigh, the period of tension in his furrowed brow, the way his fingertips run through the greasy strands of hair, the beads of sweat building just beside his right ear. We know so much, from hearing so little. From reading into things on face value. On accepting without theorising. On just seeing and believing. (By the way, time for another embed. Speaking of communicative barriers. This explosion of information via the internet is a terrible, yet strangely mystifying and attractive disease. We have access to so many things at once, engaging with so many pieces of information, that our brains are in a constant state of rapid internal explosions. Subsequently, I’m a little distracted:


Back to my point.)

I think we’re forgetting the importance of silence. And personally, I think I talk too much. Though often excused by irony (i.e. this blog is words, the links link to more words, the embeds lead to libraries of more words, the words in this sentence keep leading to more words) I think there’s a time to just shut up and realise that we needn’t talk so much. Because half the time, we probably actually have no idea what we’re talking about anyway. It’s a huge universe. We don’t contain  it by using more and more words. By filling our internet universe with more words. We merely expand the junk. Dilute the essential. The essential things like sighs and understanding the silence of Nicholas Cage.

How painful were all those words to read?!? As the Business Insider reports: we are in fact killing our brains with information and multitasking.

Information overload, ditto.

Next time I want to rant. I'll shout silently.

*(Sometimes I find it helpful to make up words)

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