Josiah Boornazian - This Is Love (Spoken Word Intro)

Too much has been said and nothing has been said
Words abound, signifying nothing
Perhaps everything that can be known and attempted unknown - unknown
What's there to add?
Words
Thought-dreams
Image-clouds
Idea-visualizations
Knowledge-metaphors
Implication-analogies
Subject-object-explanations
True truth-etymologies
Worldview perspective explications
Scientific arguments
Concept-interpretations
Hermeneutics. Imaginings
Vision-views
Repetitive-repetition notions
Internal structures
Authenticity - and authorship - authorities and authorizations to answer answers
And questions
Philology-philosophies
Now-ness epistemologies
Sense-submersions - immersions. Subversions? Versions
Certainly uncertainly. Certain uncertainty uncertainly ascribes certainty to uncertainty
Immersive experience of now is maybe perhaps somewhat somewhere
Vaguely not quite but almost approximating the nearest near now reality truth
(Constructive post-structurally, so-to-speak)
So, to speak. To say. To voice. Vocalize. Exchange. Discourse
Discursive discussion. Converse - chat. Sound transference
Idea trade. Commerce. Commence. To talk. Language
Linguistically leveraged. Talk about what? Talk about it?
What is it? It is what it is and what it isn't and - what's there to dialog?
To analogue? To mean. To tell - share - express - interpret
Conceptual modelize and identity-ize and say-communicate-interlink
Connect-interconnect-intra-interpersonal-personal personality impersonal persona of persons Impersonating personifications of personalization - performative
Is it all performative? Show and tell. Show or tell? Show? Tell
Tell it - telephone - telegraph - telephony telephotograph
Television - teleplays and teleportation - telekinisia - telepathic
Telematic telemetry telemeters - need for teletherapy and teletypists
Telethermometers and telereceptors - the telos - telescoping nows into thens and ifs.
All of it. And more. Fragile shelter-canopies of "understanding"
Standing under them like tree-shade ceilings on a lined boulevard
We don't know what we don't know and we say we know but really we don't know
Really know. We know like we know ourselves - maybe not at all
And yet it's all and everything - we do it anyway
We do it, anyway. Maybe it's all we have
This is Love

Written by:
Josiah Boornazian

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