Abstract, for just a moment, what we do
To talk. Two souls, two minds, two worlds within,
As sep'rate as the poles. I say to you,
"Hello," and gaseous molecules begin
Colliding with each other. Waves transpire,
Creating currents that the ear would read.
Some shifts in tone communicate desire.
Some leave an aching question, or a seed
Of desperation, trav'ling on the air.
A wisp of ambiguity, a breeze
Of yes, and please, get tangled in your hair,
And winds of phonemes take us to our knees,
Until the sound is meaningless as thunder,
And barriers between us cast asunder.
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Communication is a gaseous blast
Of yes, and please, get tangled in your hair..."
Oh yes it happened.
Behold beauty. Socrates ref Phraedes?
Spelling is awe`full and no smell check.
There is a beautiful story ref`Socrates.
He beholding only w3hat is just`Beauty.
His prayer`Let the Beauty be within me.
Beauty in Silence does refresh Mind etc.,
People sure-enough need to find `Silence.
Beauty mezmerizes and takes away `Sad.
I was experiencing a replay over and over`
If You ever Listened to the Civil War `Tune`
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The Fiddler Fever.
Jay Ungar `Ashokan Farewell music `Songs De Burgo`
It's the soundtrack From Savannah Album` Live Fast`
Love Hard.
on & on.
It's personal.
Thanks for this post.
I was in the silly movie`
Gods and Generals on a lark`
The film was lookin for standin.
These great college interns begged`
Let's go to Harper5s Ferry to audition?
IOn a lark I agreed. I pretended a role?
I auditioned as John Brown being hung.
I said`
What a beautiful neck of the woods to die!
I was walking up a pretend gallows to die!
I pretended to be happy I was in graces.
I mean`
I gave a little historic homily I'd read.
I was sad I was the only Farmer chosen.
I begged that young helpers be picked.
It was the first and last 'gig' - no blinks.
I never saw such terrible Civil War flick.
It was nothing but shoot-die. I ate great!
I loved those I met. I was a fat-cat-creep!
I wore black top-hats with silly coat tails!
Shirts were laced and shoes were polished!
I'd have rather played a slave who was hung!
I best shush up. Thanks for `Beauty thoughts.
Hope the person addressed is real and responds with equal fervor.
Oryoki, thank you for calling it beautiful. What does it mean? I was just getting caught up in the sheer abstract pleasure of words actually floating on air. They really, really do.
ladyslipper, thank you. Astonishing is a very strong word, I hope I lived up to it.
anna1, oh my, what a nice thing to say. Thank you. The honor is all mine though -- you are a highly prized reader.
Pilgrim, don't you just love the modals, and the conditional tense? I would. I mean I do.
Kate, thanks for your PM this afternoon (or for you, tomorrow morning?). I always enjoy your comments. Yes, you know, I've felt a kind of a shift lately. I'll see what spins out.
mhold, yeah? And what happened then? I am all ears.
Art, that you so much for coming by. That bit about the food -- a friend of mine is a producer. Food is very important to her: it makes cast and crew complain much, much less.
Leon, thanks for the wish - I wish it too. No person yet, just a wraith.
RomanticPoetess, aren't words just wonderful? Isn't it extraordinary, being able to give actual meaning to an emotional tone?
Caroline, I am so happy that you like that image. I sort of had tiny little bubbles in mind while I was writing it. (My kids like bubbles.)
Bernadine, hello. I just got interested last night, in what happens to the air around us when we're talking. I was overwhelmed by the physics that add up to one person focusing an utterance, and another taking meaning from it. I still am.
Thank you everyone, as always, for coming by. I'm getting to bed earlier tonight, hoping for good weather for an outdoor event tomorrow. So I'm off! Thanks!
Goodnight!