Monday, June 26, 2006

The Music of the Language

I like words. I like the music of the language. I especially like the words that live inside my head.

I’m not talking about ideas. I’m talking about the sounds words are making when they’re playing, bouncing, jumbling, making all of those wordly dance moves, running, jumping, tumbling through my otherwise encumbered brain cells.

Words are really lively critters. They’re hard to hold once they get going, flitting, fluttering, floating, fireflying.

Words can actually build into feelings. They don’t have to. They have their own sense of being. There is no bossing them around−not the words that live in my head. My words do not allow for their own immediate, inescapable agendas, They hold no tolerance for continuous partial attention, no building into multitudinous hyperventilation. If they see it, they just pop!

The words become like butterflies and sunshine again.

The words in my head have no patience for things like stress and pains in the neck.

That might be why I like them so much.
−me strauss Letting me be

6 comments:

michaelm said...

Morning, Liz!

I like to think of words as notes in a Coltrane solo. If you can apply the art of improvisation to language, things can get very interesting. Too bad improv is so damn complicated sometimes.

~m

ME Strauss said...

Hi Michael,
I think of improv as like dancing. Sometimes you have to lead and sometimes you have to follow. Sometimes you have to do both at the same time. That's what makes it so exciting.

Marti said...

Ah, magnificent as always. My words are like pinballs, bouncing into the walls of my brain, looking for the exit - LOL

Thanks for sharing!

ME Strauss said...

Hi Marti!
Pinballs what great image! I know that feeling really well. :P

garnet david said...

Hi Liz- My wordy music is like rap music, kind of bouncy, almost non-sensical pinballs whizzing around flashing all kinds of lights.

(I just now noticed another comment mentioned pinballs. cool)

How are you?

ME Strauss said...

Hi Garnet,
How wonderful to see you! I remember your music. I was just playing in my head yesterday. I was thinking of our boing, boing, walk through the archives.

I'm lovely.
LHG