Stigma

What we often forget – and that’s one of the big collection of reasons humanity suffers so much, is that we stigmatize behaviours. We have that power: The power to shape people – sculpturing the insides mainly of people’s cosmos, then also the outside, which practically illustrates the inner processes. Thus, we often are not aware of this particular ability we have. We often take the possibilities we have for granted (but in a bad sense), commiting “one-night self-criticism stands”, failing to truly face ourselves – mainly because of the fear nesting inside us. And that is not always a matter of arrogance. It is actually something even more tragic: namely it is the distrust in ourselves and our nature and thus the distrust among others.

The word “stigma” finds it’s origins in the Latin and Greek language. Though it is often used in many different metaphors, it initially appeared in order to describe a mark made on skin by burning with a hot iron mark or in general a pointed instrument. When I was in elementary school I frequently used this word in the essays or little poems I was writing down. My feeling was that this particular word is made of a rare directness and a satisfying intensity. A bit extravagant, but still very characteristic. Like these kind of words, one will understand even if he doesn’t know the word’s meaning – only from the way it is pronounced.

Later, when time passed and everyone was getting older, I started being really concerned about the concept of time and memory. It was then, when a bunch of stigmata (plural form of stigma) in different colours and letter shapes made their appearance in some of the dark rooms of my head. And there was a whole connection between time, memory and stigmata. I started screaming silently with only observer myself that “Yes, people do remember”. But we often forget about that fact: Specifically the fact that we have a memory· in fact a memory with high potential and some creepy possibilities. And when we totally become aware of the fact that we got the power to stigmatize others through verbal or non-verbal actions, then we will start to gradually approach our own core. Almost clarity – or at least the sense of clarity, which lasts only for some seconds.

Stigma, stigmatize, stigmatic, stigmatization. A whole family of words springing from one and the same root, ready to be placed in different positions in a sentence. Ready to paint a canvas of metaphors. Ready to fire a vivid series of internal images, spectacular visuals and impressions. Of course language expands across behavioural structures, neurologic compositions and possibilities, actions and reactions. And the bunch of letters, which appear on a piece of paper are not just letters any more. These are letters finding another practical interpretation outside the paper, somewhere, where bodies move and decisions are taken. It is not about literature any more. It is not about fiction and textual images.

All the metaphors, which sound very much vivid and stigmatic (leaving a mark somewhere in your memory) hunt to describe human actions. Conversely, human actions create vivid and stigmatic metaphors. And this last one is what we somehow forgot about. Lost in that romantic world of beautifying through language and arts – a wonderful process indeed, but a process in which all these real human actions stigmata should be recorded and described.

 

The needle spins around

it points and decides.

The past is then unreal,

oblivion the only heal.

 

“Oblivion, oblivion!” they scream

to fix everything,

velvet like a cream.

The marks are though too deep,

there is no beauty sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

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