why 'words that sing'

I've had several people ask, and I'm sure even more that wonder, why I titled this blog "Words that Sing." 

Wonder no more.

 When trying to think of a blog title [it's tough, you try it!] I remembered something I had read from the poet/writer Pablo Neruda in one of my writing classes in college. It's entitled The Word, and I find it beautiful and a little haunting-- I find it describing things I have tried to describe:
...you can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop... Vowels I love...They glitter like colored stones, they leap like silver fish, they are foam, thread, metal, dew...I run after certain words... They are so beautiful that I want to fit them all into my poem...I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish,...And then I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them, I let them go...Everything exists in the word...An idea goes through a complete change because one word shifted its place, or because another settled down like a spoiled little thing inside a phrase that was not expecting her but obeys her....They are very ancient and very new....

And there it is [in part]. After we read that in class my professor asked us to write our own infatuation with words. me:

In the beginning the Word was with God...and I know it is true because something so beautiful had to have a source that flows and gives. Sitting on my father's lap, I would first draw pictures in my little Mead notebook--only 75 pages long. Eventually though, I learned there were symbols for the things I said and I loved to capture these in my notebooks, as if writing down words would help them dance.
Pages 1-10: mostly my name in creative swirls and squiggles, but by page 15 stories were forming and by page 75 I needed more space. I needed an untamed notebook of opportunity. 

And so I started this blog so that it could be, in part, my untamed notebook of opportunity. Thanks for joining me.

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