When matters of ultimate concern are upon us, the language with which we ordinarily negotiate life reveals its limitations. At these pivotal moments of life, we spontaneously yield to tears or laughter or song or silence. At these high moments reason no longer feels sufficient, is too slow, too pedantic. In these moments we shift inexorably from walking to dancing, from speaking to singing. We rely upon song to console us, we believe in song to hold us steady, to carry us past or closer. We rely on art, these seemingly flimsy things to save us.
"Art: The Language We Use When There Is Nothing We Can Say,"
Artizein: Arts and Teaching Journal: Vol. 5:
1, Article 17.
Available at: https://opensiuc.lib.siu.edu/atj/vol5/iss1/17