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Wordsworth on Words

Contemporary discussions of poetic language seem to be haunted by the ghost of Wittgenstein, whose now-famous Proposition Seven reads: "What we cannot speak about we must consign to silence." What we cannot speak about is precisely what is most important to us, but we are repeatedly struck dumb because language will not bear the burden of human experience. Language has become an arbitrary network of sounds, pointing toward the fragments of our life as a sign points the way to Kokomo. There is of course no ontological connection between that sign and Kokomo itself, and this is the desolate fact of the modern linguistic land scape, where words are a bit like Vietnamese orphans, returning to their villages after "the peace" only to find nothing there.