Throat

If words are formed from the sounds of fleshy chords deep within our throats, why do we listen to them? It is somewhat absurd, unreasonable even, to see twanging folds of meat as having anything of relevance to convey on the world at large. It is even more suspect that we trust that meat is a means through which to learn about the universe.

Sound vibrates through them, forming new noise based on their shape and size and we actually trust that it is a human speaking, that we, as people, have some measure of control over this automatic bodily function? As I said, absurd and yet wonderful, if considered from outside of the body. Of course, I have had no experience of existence outside of my skin and, as far as I am aware, no-one else truly has, but that does not discount the possibility.

Sound vibrates and we trust it… insanity personified in six words; words constructed through the very process of this madness in the first place. First, they’re spoken and then we transcribe them onto paper in thick lines that are meant to convey that same something. And what is it that they convey? Nothing, they are not a reality altering device, not to what exists outside of the mind (a place no one has ever seen). But often we insist that within our minds every action we take must shape its personal reality in some way, meaningful or otherwise. But do these twitching folds? Or are they just uncontrolled spasms of wet flesh lodged deep within the gullet of a body we never made and can never (really) leave.

Songs Whilst Writing

* Banality Chic (Pornographic Version) - Jonathan Sutcliffe