So I was reading the Weekly Writing Challenge post about the sound of blogging, and it got me thinking. What normal, non-writer, really thinks about the sounds and tones they are creating through a typed, visual media. As an art major in college I was taught that you can produce sound via traditional art (paintings and drawings and the like) you just had to understand how to create the proper feel. You wanted to be able to look at the painting and have the cries of pain/joy/pleasure just jump out at you and the viewers. Thankfully I was more focused in the digital media and so every now and again I could force the viewer to hear what I wanted them to hear by actually inserting it into a piece.
But I think I really learned the most about sound in a visual media(yes, I believe reading/writing is visual, I’m sure I’m not the only person to ever stop writing to admire my own handwriting and how the words just look on a page) in English classes, especially when reading/writing poetry.
I love poetry, I love the imagery poets can create and I love how easily they play with words and form. I usual feel like a complete idiot when reading poetry because I have to read it out loud to truly appreciate it but in the end it’s worth it. My favorite thing about poetry though… alteration. I love alteration, it’s just so fun to speak and read..like lovely staccato notes floating right of the tongue. Metaphor and simile and all that stuff is great, but alteration takes the cake. (haha rhyming is also pretty fun). So to conclude my thoughts on sound in writing, I leave you with a poem I once wrote..about poetry and the cool things you can do with it, including sound.
Poetry, by Donna Maria
The imagery that is called for
Will never come.
The sweet lines and subtle metaphors
Refuse to be written.
It is seemingly impossible to conjure a dragon
And make its scales believable—
To make the murderous gleam of it’s eyes
pierce straight to the heart.
The sounds and tones
Are as brittle as bones
Rattling and shaking
And never waking.
There is no rhyme
Nothing is set to time
No beat to keep.
The message and meaning,
Is really just a joke.
No morals or Prince Charmings—
Heroes and Heroines cease to exist
In the world of blackness and despair
Where grey veils cover the air.