Words are so limited. However elaborate our vocabulary, the metaphors and images we use. Our joys , our sorrows can never be described fully. The descriptions, the fears that are indistinct and formless nevertheless are ghosts of great power .
Lecan commented on the limitations of language and of our inability to communicate fully clearly and with precision. Speaking to people at the Glanrhyd bus stop about war in Yemen I find that the two people I speak to are aware that this is all smoke and mirrors. They know what it is really about and each mentions oil and of the illusions of international politics. They mention oil and the nature of a world globalised economy. No one is fooled..