Who I am.

I write about the landscape of grief, nature, and the wisdom of fools. The author of four books, my essays, poems, and reviews have been published in over 50 journals, including in the Huffington Post and Colorado Review. I’ve won the River Teeth Nonfiction Book Award, the Chautauqua and Literal Latte’s essay prizes, and my work has been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes and named a notable by Best American Essays. My account of hiking in Yosemite to deal with my wife’s death, Mountains of Light, was published by the University of Nebraska Press. http://www.markliebenow.com.

Showing posts with label Wittgenstein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wittgenstein. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Swearing and Grief

Ludwig Wittgenstein nailed it:
“The limits of my language set the limits of my understanding.”

            People think that swearing isn’t polite, especially in public. Some of us can’t even swear at home without feeling guilty. People also think that talking about grief isn’t polite, so those who are grieving have to limit their emotions to what is nice. Which doesn’t amount to much.