Watch What You Say.
Something improvised today, I think. Start with music and see what comes up.
Words. One of my favourite things, I could talk about them forever.
Only so many in the English language, you can make up new ones but they’re pretty much useless. And ugly.
Not mine, of course, like everything I say, they’re eloquent and expressive. I adore making up ludicurious wordages, simply for the joy in it. A Pandoric sentence is a Masterpiece of Verbiage, they spring from the godhead uncensored, uninterrupted, glowing in the dark. Words enchant me, each one is laid with a caress, a reaffirming of our destiny together. As Lovers.
This is why song lyrics are so very important to us, the Scribal mind is as sensitive as mine. Whatever they say, it must be perfect, songs are short, every word counts, choose them well. Close your eyes to them, then read them again as if you know nothing of it, do they say all that needs to be said?
Yet, there is a place for nonsense lyrics, forced rhymes and words you can’t possibly mean. A perfect delivery is critical, a perfect example is Empathy Test, a wonderful creative that spouts pure gibberish in songs with Immortal melodies. Songs one puts on repeat, despite the words. A Vampire Town? By all means. Holy Rivers, Demons, yes, bring them on. When they sing about Making Worlds, they know what they’re talking about. They make many of mine.
Think of Kishi Bashi, who’s poetic nonsense makes perfect sense in any world of his making. I spend time in all of them. Think of Radiohead who made their Darkness delicious. Let’s move ever higher now, to notes as words, here you find the Maestro, Ludovico Einaudi, who’s music conjures so many possibilities we can write literally anything when he is playing. His work will force scenes, carry them, end them with exquisite precision. Here also, Olafur Arnalds, who single-handedly keeps my Scribe alive in her Darkest hours, with his musical Peace. Such power in those godlike hands.
From there one can only go higher if one includes Silence. Supremely Eloquent.
Do you even know what it sounds like? Where can you go in your world to be silent? Everywhere you go you break the silence with your presence. Is there even silence anywhere on this planet? No. The deepest desert and the highest mountain alike are polluted by you and yours. Even the Poles are tainted, you fly everywhere. On the slightest pretext. All your lives lived loudly, every other creature on the earth must bear with your selfish verbosity, your speakers, your careless and deliberate noises.
True Silence can only be found in the mind, and only by the most highly skilled, it takes forever to find it. It takes extreme mental trauma, excruciating pain, a denial of your own heart. Is it really worth it?
Not to judge from your ongoing behaviour, your growing ever louder, colour by colour, sacrificing punctuation and meaning. Can U be satisfied if the world doesn’t know you? Can you live without likes? No.
Even the quietest, darkest, deeply buried creature can make itself known, what is a virus but a travelling salesman who makes himself at home? What is a Troll? What do you think is around the corner?
Something ugly, I assure you.
“Matter” by Arcane Roots