I’ve recently started my MEd, and I feel like a child wading through a foreign language – but a foreign language almost-learned, concealing ideas that promise to illuminate and inspire. I finally started a makeshift glossary, full of words once known but forgotten, half-known, and brand new. Some of the best so far – Black Box, Zone of Proximal Development, Autopoeisis… each word holds a delicious idea.
I remember a similarly profound experience when I was a teenager, consumed by Poe’s The Raven. I felt my heart and mind swept up in the perfect music of the language, and I devoured it, greedily looking up each new word and the world it held. Surcease, obeisance, nepenthe – beautiful words that have almost never come up outside of this poem, have become a part of me. I learned panacea while looking up nepenthe.
And still, over 20 years later, this poem thrills me, fills me with fantastic wonders never felt before.
This. I must chase this feeling.