On Agent Kristin's blog, she posted about her author's German covers. She mentioned that the sound of German thrilled her. (I'm positive she didn't mean it thrilled to her in quite the same way it thrills me.)
On Miss Snark's blog, a commenter used the word, "frenemy." Totally cracked me up. I love words, especially made up words, that have so much meaning you just want to trip over yourself finding that perfect opportunity to use it.
In the meantime, I can just sit here and smile as I repeat to myself, "frenemy," over and over looking just a little insane.
I was reading Neil Gaiman's new release of short stories, Fragile Things, and almost orgasmed when I discovered the made-up word, "upsettling," which is, as he explained, halfway between "upsetting" and "unsettling." *grins*
God, I love language.
It reminded me of the days when I first started writing. How was it for you? For me, I sat for hours, grinning at the screen and toying with a sentence. Ohmigod, I had so much fun. I'd play with the words until I found precisely the exact word that made the sentence pop.
Nowadays, it's write, write, write; faster, faster, faster. I don't play with the language much anymore. I could delude myself into thinking that I'm more practiced, more efficient, and that I know the right word right away. No need for playtime.
*insert big knee slap here*
Back to savoring German words, I was trying to remember what made the German language so beautiful to me. One, the poetry. Two, the literature, and Three ... HUGE THREE ... the art songs. The study of all three in college gave me the pleasure of dissecting the words and analyzing why one was chosen over the other. The study of art song and music made me search poetry for the most meaningful word, and to give those words even more meaning with the interpretation of the music.
Art song is my greatest musical love. Poetry and music together ... I can't even express the pleasure I feel in art song. Dear god, please don't let the form die while I'm still alive.
Back--yet again--to savoring the language. When I listen to English people speak, I get the impression that each word has more meaning--or maybe more precise meaning--than when Americans speak the language. Something about listening to English people talk makes me feel like the language is appreciated more.
I don't read that richness in a lot of American prose. In the poetry, maybe.
The English use the language with relish, whereas Americans just speak the words.
Anyway, I miss those days of savoring words. In conservatory, we spent a little bit *insert grin* of time discussing the correlation between sex and music. Form, sex, and music.You know, language can be orgasmic, too.