I used to have conversations with people, read texts, and frequently encountered words I couldn’t define, couldn’t explain, couldn’t place in the correct context. It was intriguing, because it was the beginning of a fervent discovery: looking it up, writing it down, trying to use it and not forget it. Not forget it. Interesting. Does dis-use make it any less real? If a thing is not used for a use, it is useless, is it not? In literary terms, I believe the word is obsolete.
Am I surrounded by stupid people?
Are my social movements any less academic than they used to be? Possibly. Have my chosen media of engagement changed? Perhaps. My departure from the academic realm, however, was based on a desire to enter the ‘professional’ world.
How do we define ‘professional’?
It’s concerning, frankly. Synonyms and definitions bespeak competence, qualification, skill. Perhaps somewhat more concerning is the connection with habit, with routine, with continuing a cycle that is, not as professional as it purports to be.
Speaking of cycles
If we are to believe that words shape meaning (and in Victoria’s Empire, we do), and we lose all the good words, and the depth of meaning, description and emotion they evoke and, by extension, the shaping of our own realities within that meaning, because they fall out of use and because we have transferred them out of reality, and into a virtual space, where are we in a few decades’ time?
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