UT-TER

November 28, 2009

Mauri Mask

Mauri Mask

To ut-ter, is to speak

… the line of language

by Andrew Lovatt

To utter is to “make sound”. It comes with its own meaning.

An utterance grows from a sound. (Or is it a sound which is born from the will to utter? ) A single tone becomes an utterance by changing into two and more tones. The line of language extends from the word. Just as a tone flows into polytonal expression, these compound sounds form words which flow into meaning. This sequential expression of polytonal sounds attempts to convey the meaning of something which is essentially unspeakable. It is the convention of the sequence and our acceptance of it which makes language understandable. We agree to agree that these utterances, intoned in a sequential line approximate or evoke to some degree something we wish to express.

“a song is not a Nightingale

if it is sung by a Bear

Each rock in the universe

embodies its own unique sound”

Notes: An intonation is the sly intelligence at work in language.

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The Tyranny of Image

April 9, 2008

by Andrew Lovatt

In the old days, when feet walked real earth and kicked up dust, the spores rose in the air and got sucked in through our noses. The image changed under the influence of another sense; became informed by a contrary or complimentary message. But it didn’t last long. The possiblity of escaping the tyranny of images faded. We are grown to love the image. Open our eyes and be in wonder. Close them and dream images in even more vivid color. We look for a richness. We are hungry for something unspoken, unseen. We seek. An image arises. Fades into another. We are always on the road of hunger. Have forgotten so many millions of images. Yet some become our familiars; treasured icons of our hungry yearning. A mirage in our journey. An oasis in the desert of our vision. We are starved the moment we are born. Image. See. Look. We go on. Put our faith in finding the big meal. The image that will marry us to our desire forever. We wish to be owned by our image. We wish to belong.

Excerpt from The Hungry Image, an argument in progress.