Saturday, January 3, 2009
What is not known or, at least, elaborated upon or explored is the sound in our heads.
In fact, this essay could easily be titled: "The Sounds in Our Heads" but then there may be a negative connotation connected with it and people may perceive it differently just because of that title. In addition, I just finished reading a book (The Living Theatre: Art, Exile, and Outrage) that I started this summer before heading to L.A. and I saved the last two chapters until yesterday. One of those chapters was called The Archaeology of Sleep which was a poem by Julian Beck which turned into a Living Theatre play before his death. Thus I thought the Archaelogy of Sound made for a good title here as opposed to "The Sounds in Our Heads" or even "The Sound of Reading."
The sound of reading. ...
It's amazing that when we look at words and read them that there is a voice in our heads that we hear. Is that voice typically our own voice? I've found that the voice is my own voice or, at least, the same voice I hear when I talk to myself or think thoughts in my head unless I am reading a play or book or something that requires a character change and I am familiar enough with the type of character to create an appropriate or exact voice.
When one reads something - one just does not look at the words and comprehend and digest them as images only. It's impossible. When reading something or even writing something (like I am now - this very minute) those words that are read or written are sounded out in our heads by some type of voice. Is this connected to our soul? Our is this voice just connected to our heads - our minds?
It's not just memory here that we hear like we do when singing a song in our heads that we're familiar with. For example, when I think about a song like Bad Company's "Feel Like Making Love" in my head I am familiar with that song enough to replay the song in a way where I remember its lyrics, the voice of the singer of the song, his inflections, the music, etc. My memory replays this song in my head at will - but while I'm typing this - these words are in my voice and Bad Company's "Feel Like Making Love" just plays off in a distant region of my head like background music to my own voice in narration.
Even when I sit back and think about what I am going to write, I hear my own voice speaking the words - sounding them out as I would speak them aloud.
However, when we view a piece of art work (like a painting) in a museum we can view and interpret it without sounds in our head. We can visually take in a painting and its meaning and let it touch us without talking to ourselves about it or hearing what our Art History professor from Marquette University (the year I spent there before transferring into Penn State University's Happy Valley campus) would say in his voice. Of course, it may help some people translate a painting's meaning if they do talk to themselves about it, or hear in their heads what some one else may have to say about it for them to help better understand it and form an opinion.
The other afternoon while at a museum and viewing the complex, highly skilled and creative work of Giovanni Battista Piranesi I scanned and stared and marvelled at the pieces with my eyes and soul. I interpreted, translated and felt these images without necessarily using words and a voice in my head. Yes, at times, I may have spoken to myself or listened to my fascinated wife or general passersby - but, on whole, I solely only viewed the displayed images of Giovanni Battista Piranesi with my sponge like eyes and soul. Sure, they may have invoked feelings and emotions and other related images but, again, that was done without words and me hearing those words in my head.
Today when my wife and I visit the Andy Warhol museum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania I will take-in the work while walking around and play this out again.
I do like to also read about artists when at a museum. And there are words read in my own voice or that of my wife or a narrator that the museum may use with the use of headphones or a tour guide. But yet again unless it's an "interactive" piece or a "new media art" piece using sound or sounds then I usually take-in a piece of art via visual stimulation = with sponge like eyes.
Try this for yourself.
Best of New Year Roses,
P.S. I have not edited this work and it is a first draft so I apologize for that - I may come back to this and edit it later (as I oft do)
2 days ago: PASADENA, CA - JANUARY 1: The Honda robot float "Asimo" appears in the 120th Tournament of Roses Parade January 1, 2009 in Pasadena, California.
Rose Parade starts the new year with a rosy outlook
The 120-year-old Rose Parade ushered in the new year on a sun-kissed morning in Pasadena with a much-needed injection of optimism and celebration, a powerful antidote in a time of economic turmoil.
The theme of the 2009 parade was "Hats off to Entertainment," and many of the floral entries celebrated the gleeful distractions of escaping to the movies, the theater, the playground and the great outdoors, among other destinations.
Take the pink-clad breast cancer survivors who waved madly, smiling with joy, as their "Hope Grows" float rounded the corner of Orange Grove and Colorado boulevards. Many said their float -- a lush garden scene that also highlighted handbag designer Vera Bradley's new line -- represented their hope that they will triumph over the disease, and that 2009 will be a better year for the country.
"It's a new beginning," said cancer survivor Joan Lang, a 67-year-old nurse from Pasadena.
Judy Stoddard made the trip to Pasadena from her home in Lincoln, near Sacramento, after decades of watching the parade on television. She and her husband, Michael, were sitting along Colorado Boulevard.
"I'm feeling positive," she said. "It's going to be a great 2009!"
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Taylor Swift performs during the New Year's Eve festivities in Times Square, New York, Wednesday, Dec. 31, 2008.
Calgary Flames goalie Miikka Kiprusoff reacts to an Edmonton Oiler goal during the second period of his NHL hockey game in Calgary, Alberta, December 31, 2008.
LSU running back Charles Scott (32) runs for yardage past a lunging Georgia Tech defense end Michael Johnson in the second half of NCAA football's Chick-Fil-A Bowl, in Atlanta, Georgia, December 31, 2008.
A reveler stands in Times Square during the New Year's Eve celebration in New York December 31, 2008.
5 hours ago
Fireworks explode over Copacabana beach during celebrations of the New Year in Rio de Janeiro, Wednesday, Jan. 01, 2009.
Part of 2,700 swimmers take part in the New Year's Day Winter Swimming Gala to celebrate the coming of 2009 at a beach in Hong Kong January 1, 2009.
Lifeguards watch on from kayaks while part of 2,700 swimmers take part in the New Year's Day Winter Swimming Gala to celebrate the coming of 2009 at a beach in Hong Kong January 1, 2009.
Fireworks explode during a pyrotechnic show to celebrate the New Year in the coastal city of Vina del Mar, about 75 miles (120 km) northwest of Santiago January 1, 2009.
Fireworks explode over the Sydney Harbour Bridge during a pyrotechnics show to celebrate the New Year January 1, 2009. Known for its choreographed and themed fireworks displays, this year's show, nicknamed "The Creation Storm", drew hundreds of thousands of people to the harbour foreshore to watch the spectacle.
Imagine there's no Heaven
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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Monday, December 29, 2008
The West Coast Customs team gave Paris' old Bentley a complete makeover, adding pink rims, monogrammed leather seats, a hood ornament boasting the initials "PH," and paparazzi-thwarting tinted windows.