3.20.18 – Fore-shortening
I wanted to find something with a parallel sound sensation to cracking a crème brulee. It had to come with that same, sharp shattering, but striking softly enough that it didn’t ring out piercingly. Layers let the swift din of spoon and sugar sit with more than just a single note; once you’d pressed past the seared shell the gentle center stole all the exuberance expelled and left a quick cut against that first, flinching edge. At times I might tense my throat in a whisper but wish to force that voice into higher decibel without breaking that discreet, breathed effort. Polarized actions like this seemed sensible facsimiles but translated poorly into mouthed movements. There’s a velveteen texture to some kinds of phonetic samples, but plucking it free from restriction is few and far between. I’ve read it in the streams and sought only the tactics and not the intent of its author. I’m looking to replicate the creation with a subtle set of ingredients, molded and mixed to meet my purpose without purchase of another’s design. It makes for a poor work, pouring over words I’ve never known and couldn’t collect with my tongue if I tried. It was easier to forget the rules of elocution and stray towards a slant in diction and direction to make the confection fit my conviction. But that’s no different from claiming a spade ’s a shovel and suggesting there’s no distinction when digging into definition. Crafting syrupy sweets is a better business since I’m separating constituents and claiming similar results without the rigor of sticking them both to the same mingling list. Like a scientist switching to molecular gastronomy I’m looking for the particulates that make the most of it; a search for taste in the way we shape our sounds and what specific combination takes away the bitter bite of a mismatched flavor and offers instead a portion of perfect inflection.