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If our language were pure sound

(edited)
The predecessor of the text is a reverberation


First, if our language is jazz, vocal jazz, the following.

(I can feel their joy from their hearts! They are talking about pleasant things.)



Imagine a musician being touched, generating a melody in his mind, and then copying the feeling through musical instruments. Music can best imitate abstraction. What if there are lyrics? Probably used as a prompt.

Will there be such an analogy, the predecessor of an article should be a hazy music. I often finish writing an article and don’t know the next one, and my head starts to spin some formless and fleeting emotional flow. I read a few books, hoping to help reflect the rhythm of a little thought, but I still can’t write it down or write it down. It is a shorthand-like fragment, and then I can only go into life to experience it, and capture the similar emotions in seemingly unrelated events in different time and space. I am waiting for an opportunity, as if I was collecting the corresponding noise for the noise of the predecessor of this text. language, waiting for their respective fragmentary parts to form a movement.

When a mood or feeling is written into music, it is translated into another thing, and then words (compared to music) are a net full of loopholes, scooping out residue-like meanings in the stream of consciousness, such as falling off the bottom of a table. Cookie crumbs, tap these broken words, and you will hear a little reverberation echo.


Recite or sing the poem.

In order to think of the memory of the music as music before poetry became words, the brain fog that will be lost immediately after it becomes words.



Shixuan (bass) said, " Sometimes I don't play for the sake of singing, but what I play leads to what I want to sing. It's mutual. "


It is no wonder that some people like to listen to music when writing, so that the melody can inspire the tone of the writing and the facial expressions of the language. What if it was to convert music into text? Think of it when you hear it?

What did I think of when I heard the lyrics-less prologue at the beginning of "Ugly Slave"? (This is another literary exercise for myself)

I have seen the way some people introduce music, regardless of the content of the lyrics, and arbitrarily translate the music they hear into text images. I was very envious at the time. I can write when I listen to the song. Endless text.

Let's try it out, choose a piece of music that you can feel, and think about it when you hear it, put the notes into the heart lake, and see what will emerge.


 "Cicadas"

Soaked in the bottomless black ocean and stranded on the low-pitched beach, the sperm whale that lost its temperature before spraying the water, silently roared and thundered without end (at 51 seconds)

When I woke up, I was Xia Chan, tired of hearing the noise on my back, heat stroke, daydreams in my brain fog, I thought I was a hypothermic sperm whale, shaking its wings and roaring, I couldn't spit it out with endless noise.


Inevitably still influenced by the album cover, with the black imagery, the prologue actually has lyrics, just humming a word "oh...oh oh...oh" with repeated loops, the 51st second At the beginning, with a whistle-like cut and then a turn, the singing of "oh... oh oh... oh" changed to a struggling cry.

The two levels of restlessness are the intuitive feeling of listening to the prologue. The first level is like a juvenile roaring casually ready to go, like the breathing exercise of a young sperm whale about to surface, slightly nervous and nervous. ; The restlessness of the second layer returns to reality, the impatient cicada sounds, and the faint Xia Chan dreams of a hypothermic sperm whale, which is incompatible with being yourself or being someone else.



It seems that there is no other way to use the association idea again, but 2% of people, even if their lover is by their side, once they close their eyes, it will be pitch black, and they cannot recall (imagine) their lover’s face in their hearts, and they have Aphantasia. ) , even smells, sounds (inner monologues), and tactile sensations cannot be imagined and reproduced in their minds, so they cannot be simulated and predicted in their minds. Speaking or writing presents immediacy, you hear it only after you speak, and you see it after you write it. The words you want to say or write give you an unpredictable sense of surprise.

Such people, in my imagination, may know better by listening to pure music to promote thinking, or to help memory, to superimpose abstract concepts and melody forms, so for them, hearing is not what they think, but what they hear. Knowing that, like personal cryptography, the lyrics are embedded in the rhythm without authorization, and the song sung conceptually replaces the inner monologue. Invariably, different creative cognitive strategies develop.




Modern poetry expresses musicality and is more free and unrestrained, for example:

"War Symphony" ◎Chen Li

Soldier (sturdy soldier)

Ping, Pong (Soldiers without arms and legs)

Hill (The Tomb of Soldiers)

This is a poem with a lot of visual effects, but the auditory effect is equally good, especially the sound effect of the second stanza, which is composed of the three words "bing, ping, and pong", it really makes people feel that the sound of gunfire is endless. , you seem to hear the soldiers falling one after another, and there are even sounds in the blanks - the sound of death, the sound of silence. "Symphony of War" combines the characteristics of image, sound and text, and successfully opens up the possibility of poetry. It poured out criticism and compassion for the war, and also praised the ingenuity of Chinese characters.


"Symphony of War" Chen Linian's Poem

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