Washington, I love you

OK I’m french. My english is a frenglish, it’s rusty and wobbly, et voilà. Try me, though. I’ll do my best. I promise. If sometimes it’s too bad, just laugh at me or roll you eyes.

When the US government, or president, takes a decision, the medias use to say : “Washington decided to…”. If you think about it, it’s funny, c’est cocasse. Because Washington can’t decide anything : it’s a city !

Synecdoche ? I’m not sure. Votre opinion madame ? Monsieur ?

Well it’s not finished. It’s funnier. Because Washington, the city, was named in honor of George Washington (1732-1799). So, to be short, voici ce que je trouve intéressant : Instead of using the name of the president, medias use the name of a city, named after… another president.

OK. Everybody knows that. And we don’t even think about it. The word “Washington” entirely lost its substance. It’s just like a little lever linked to strings…

Notre capacité to forget the sense of words is énormous-tremendous. It’s too easy ! We can play with some pop-bands names, for example :

How great was The Police ? Sting is a great bass player and his voice was perfect with the sparkling sprinkling style of Copeland the crazy drummer, and the sophistication of Summers’s guitars. The Police ? Really ?

You NEVER think about the police when you listen to The Police. Never.

Use your attention now on Chicago, Yes, Kansas, Suede, UK or Japan, or Pink Floyd. See ?

Tool & Dials : Do we use, in daily life, this capacity of erase-vanishing the sense of words ? What about “How do you do ?”, or automatic “I love you”s ? Comment ça va, d’ailleurs, aujourd’hui ?

Tool 2 : How could we call this effort, consisting of… bending over empty words to refill them with all necessary things : radioactivity, sense, feelings, connections. Why should we do that ?