Letting go of normative forms of communication and meaning-making, gathering new forms of expression from the instinctual spaces in the bodymind. Ritualistic, shamanistic, primal, exploring the voice in transformative iterations- expression that grows and malfunctions and boils over and froths. I want to find that space and build ways of working collaboratively with body sounds... mouth, throat, body but not necessarily the vocal chords. It's not just about making sounds, it's about expressing something that words and letters and even pictures can't do, finding a meeting point between the cerebral and the primal. Forming connective moments with people that are not based on anything but sound- no need to understand each other, like each other, know each other, because in this moment we build something together that is at once meaningless and meaningful. I dream of doing sound experiments with someone who doesn't speak english. With that we would even lose instruction, the agency would be completely mutual and yet non existent.
Marting Creed enjoying the alphabet in a new way. I was thinking about how a child builds their understanding of words and talking, and how that is built through the staccato expulsion of sounds like these. Creed feeds them into a normative musical format.
The expression of the words gives them new meaning, words that are in themselves fairly meaningless. Empassioned meaningless words.
Luxuriating in the lack of meaning, building something with a textural exploration of sound, completely dissecting language to create something that sounds abject, bizarre, and not beautiful.
Like a stream of consciousness, completely lacking in any common thread between words, Sue Tompkins makes a landscape with the sensory experience of words and vocal sounds, rather than the meaning of sounds.
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