Written Kane Jackson | Australia
We celebrate art we can’t quantify, authenticity we cannot measure and connections that have no words. From Degas to Devinci, Dahl to Dickinson, and Yayoi Kusama on, we lift up those who appear to speak best, the wordless language of feelings that wash over us in the moments that make life matter.
History’s greatest writers have spent their entire lives bending sentences into shapes that try to do justice to the human experiences that made them.
I don’t believe any have succeeded, nor that any will.
So when I think about how I would describe Byron to you, as a human experience, I hesitate.
If you can agree with me that no great writer has ever written words that do justice to the feelings you experience when you have nothing left but to cry, then you’ll forgive me for not trying to tell you what Byron is or why you should go.
I don’t know any words for the feelings I felt at Byron. So, I won’t go looking.
Instead, I will give you the only words I’ve ever found that come close to the wordless language of feelings that wash over me in the moments that define my memories.
“Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all”.
No matter where I am in life, or what I am doing, I cannot read those words by Emily Dickinson without crying. They make me feel beyond words.
That’s what Byron is. That’s why you should go.
