~for all of us, we wee
musicians of language~
and Moni Nichter
===========
neither linguist or musicologist.
not scholar, not student,
these are not my attributes,
characteristics or skills,
not a confess, just a blessing that wasn't mine to receive
perhaps,
if in my meager possess,
there were a skill, overlapping yours, intermingling,
*(do you hear the music in that word,
the ding-a-lingo-ing of "intermingling"?)*
could be, maybe, the heated flush one feels,
when cogently-new-knowing
a patterns of recognition
evolving from the daily oceans of sounds,
sound waves, waves upon waves upon waves touch~clashing,
that traverse, transverse, our collective tissues connective,
upon crossbeams that support our
consensual commonality of senses,
in whatever language and culture
we primately, or even privately, inhabit,
this
overlapping, I love, I cherish, I take,
to this music with/of lovely words
*(do you hear the waves
in my brain, the words I know, washing ashore,
leaving the wet sand,
that's are the building blocks that we all own?)*
new words washed up yesterday,
"new scales of language"
language,
the great divisor,
surely, many of us have experienced the
helplessness of infancy,
when we travel to another country where
we are helplessly stranded, shocked by our inabilities,
when senses are blocked by the
scales of language that our brain cannot
iterate, not even once…
a new music, a new scale
I pulse with excited fear,
new music to learn,
how came we to be so blessedly challenged?
nml. 10/15/25 a progression
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
~for all of us, we wee
musicians of language~
and Moni Nichter
===========
neither linguist or musicologist.
not scholar, not student,
these are not my attributes,
characteristics or skills,
not a confess, just a blessing that wasn't mine to receive
perhaps,
if in my meager possess,
there were a skill, overlapping yours, intermingling,
*(do you hear the music in that word,
the ding-a-lingo-ing of "intermingling"?)*
could be, maybe, the heated flush one feels,
when cogently-new-knowing
a patterns of recognition
evolving from the daily oceans of sounds,
sound waves, waves upon waves upon waves touch~clashing,
that traverse, transverse, our collective tissues connective,
upon crossbeams that support our
consensual commonality of senses,
in whatever language and culture
we primately, or even privately, inhabit,
this
overlapping, I love, I cherish, I take,
to this music with/of lovely words
*(do you hear the waves
in my brain, the words I know, washing ashore,
leaving the wet sand,
that's are the building blocks that we all own?)*
new words washed up yesterday,
"new scales of language"
language,
the great divisor,
surely, many of us have experienced the
helplessness of infancy,
when we travel to another country where
we are helplessly stranded, shocked by our inabilities,
when senses are blocked by the
scales of language that our brain cannot
iterate, not even once…
a new music, a new scale
I pulse with excited fear,
new music to learn,
how came we to be so blessedly challenged?
nml. 10/15/25 a progression
Languages use musical elements like pitch, rhythm, and intonation to convey meaning, emotion, and structure. Pitch can distinguish words in tonal languages, while intonation and rhythm form prosody, which conveys emotion and emphasis. Both language and music share structural similarities and rely on similar brain networks for processing, creating a strong link between the two.
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