As a youngster, one of my favorite books was Anne of Green Gables. It ignited my love for historical fiction, and my realization that I was born in the wrong era.
The author, L.M. Montgomery is obviously a master of the written word. Therefore, she is a hero of mine. Anyone who can take control of words and make them work for them- that deserves respect.
She was quoted saying:
“I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I’ve never been able to believe it. I don’t believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.”
That is what I am here to talk about. Ever since I was young, the words spoke for themselves. Words tell you what they mean by the way they look and sound.
Let me explain-
Great. Mean. Cold. Deep. Sinister. Grief.
Do those words not give you feelings when you look at them?
Let’s start with the first word: Great.
When I look at it, I instantly think of the kind of people who say great all the time. Now the G is wearing a cardigan and a pair of glasses on a string. (No offense intended.)
Grief. Does the word not make you want to cry? The word is ugly, and looks hard to spell. Grief strikes a dark chord when I see it.
Look at the word Mean. In capital, its worse. It’s all sharp edges: MEAN
Am I alone in this?
Can a rose be a rose if it’s called something else?
I so very strongly disagree with that. I believe words represent what they are naming. (I also like agreeing with one of my favorite authors.)
Agreeing. The word just looks like people nodding their heads. When I see the word agreeing, I see a quiet room full of nodding people.
These words have life within them.
Words control our world. They make us feel things. They make us do things. They are a weapon or a superpower, depending on how you use them, like everything else.
L.M Montgomery, thank you for being my childhood hero. Thank you for opening this topic once upon a time. Just look at the word Hero. Could it be any more heroic?