Sea of Words

Can you count the stars in the sky, the grains of sand on a beach. Can you hear a voice in the infinite Sea of Words unleashed by an age of digits and silicon.

It is your right to be heard, and mine. In times gone by we stood on a box at Hyde Park Corner. Do they still stand there I wonder, are they listened to, admired.

Caxton it was or Johannes Gutenberg, who set the taps running. Who began that drip which some hundreds of years later became a raging, stormed tossed ocean of opinion and doggerel, marketing and hype, nonsense and bigotry. And in places, but oh so rare, so hidden and covered by the surrounding detritus, the occasional light. Voice of reason. Beacon in a dark world.

Is the broadsheet still read? Published even? And if it is, does it have anything to say above the endless noise and wailing, the digital storm which surrounds us. Invades our homes, our lives.

Is the Times still read? The New Yorker, the Economist, the Daily Telegraph. Does the Wall Street Journal survive, the curious pink Financial Times.

And if they do, is it still printed I wonder. Is there still that smell of paper and ink, do those presses still roll throughout the night. Do the delivery trucks rush the morning press to the newsstands in the early hours.

They say the internet is a great leveler. That it gives a voice to all. But do you want to listen. And if you do, can you find that voice you want to hear.

WordPress and Twitter, Facebook and Instagram. Medium even, that offspring of the commercial genii who brought Twitter spluttering to life.

Choice is important they say but survival perhaps more so. Who will save you from drowning in the Sea of Words.

For the most part survival means to switch off. To power down, to close Google for good and cease to participate in the digital storm threatening to engulf us all.

For there are no effective filters it seems. No magic search which commands “show me what I want to hear”. Bring me a voice of culture and sanity I want to listen to.

The flood gates have been opened, some say for good not ill. Take care lest you drown in a sea of inanity, irrelevance and banality. Do not slip and fall into this swollen river, this angry tide, this fast moving and ever changing flood of words.

Dip your toes in the raging flood if you will, but do not be surprised if your feet never touch firm ground again. If meaning becomes forever lost in a storm of noise and fury.

12 Comments

    1. That’s a good article you linked me too. Every time I think of increasing my readership or promoting it, to be honest, it very much depresses me. I guess that tells me a lot. That I write primarily because I feel very deeply about “stuff” and that I can not and should not write because I want readers.
      Thanks so much for the comment!

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  1. The inner world
    the soul
    has the word finding
    by voice
    of the human
    spawned

    we are mad and crazy
    the printed in the word
    in the freezers of libraries
    their message from the past
    anchored for the future

    through science
    the spirituality
    of literature
    on radio and television
    in speech
    and the fourth power of journalism

    the word; that like a vulture
    waiting for it
    as an approach
    the ultimate truth
    to be enjoyed

    the nagging
    get around that
    own fault and mistakes
    the flood from outside

    both sides have the same manner
    evil in itself
    in their own world
    and the world
    to suppress and to blame others

    everyone has to work on it
    what he got from the “word”
    in his mediation
    for perusal
    want to take
    and what not

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  2. I significantly reduced my consumption of social media a few weeks ago and I feel so much better. Ditto to dropping my incessant checking of the news to make sure I’m “up” on current events. One can stay “up” by watching the news hour. 24-7 access to everything means there’s a lot of dreck out there clogging up space. I feel lighter and freer, now that I consume less.

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    1. Yes, I had done so too but then began to wonder whether I should seek more exposure for my writing. I became almost depressed looking at what many people had written on blogs and other social media. Much of it boiled down to a sales pitch. Much was not very interesting. Much was barely literate. I’m not a snob in any sense other than perhaps the intellectual. So I decided once again to write what I wanted simply for my own pleasure. And if anyone is kind enough to read it, then so be it. It is a form of therapy for me and an important way to formulate my view of life.
      Thanks for your comment Em. Most welcome!

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  3. Anthony, although you are more philosophical, this is my practical view. Newspapers are costly and a mess to dispose of. Every day on my Internet home page I read BBC articles on the U.S. and Canada, Europe, Asia, Business, and Science & Technology. They are more objective than most American press and also easier to read.

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    1. Good thought. I flick through the BBC headlines now and then. Also the Guardian, but some of their stuff is as intolerable as the right wing press. So much hatred and criticism. but that is the world.

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  4. Well said, Anthony. My teacher said he did not think social media would be relevant to my then new blog. As head of a unknown spiritual school of millions of worldwide followers plus my own mounting view of social media content I immediately cut off the blog’s social media contacts. I now see that cut off a malign host of spiritual negativity.

    Exposure to social media is counter productive to the calling of true Seekers and Mystics as well as the influence of Reality, in my experience.

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