Like Antonio Gramsci found himself confined to Mussolini's dungeons, having to jot down short lines of thought in small notebooks, I at times find myself confined to the kitchen table, by a laptop, forced by an uncontrollable impulse to comment on something I have seen or read, to write a few short lines about some subject.
I recently started reading Monthly Review Press’ edition of Antonio A. Santucci’s Antonio Gramsci. A quote from (Q,p.1818), got me thinking about a few personal experiences I have had with language, but let me rather start with the basics.
Words have no meaning. Not in themselves. A lot of people do not understand this, and this is the starting point of many a failure to communicate.
