Side Thread: Poems and Prose Exploring Sound and Voice in Beautiful Ways

After this week’s session exploring voice and sound, I wanted to share with you all a poem that I think does a wonderful job at playing with words and how the sound of certain words resonates and vibrates in mysterious ways. But I also wanted to create a thread in case anyone else has any examples of poems or books or films or plays that inspire you to think differently or more deeply about sound, or the magic of the human voice.

Here’s my contribution, a poem by Abigail Dembo that really inspired me:

I read her poem last week and it became lodged in my mind because of our discussion this week. At a friend’s new apartment last week, there was a copy of The Paris Review lying on the coffee table and I found this newly published poem inside it, which isn’t available for free online. I thought the poet had a stroke of genius in exploring the way “century” and “cemetery” sound, in a subtle, beautiful way, so close together. What a strange and brilliant sonic synchronicity. I’ve reproduced it below and hope that some of you might enjoy it too.

The Common Era

by Abigail Dembo

from The Paris Review, Issue 251

-

After the last century—what a century!

such a rough, long century, we often said,

longer than most, and so tall—

a giant of a century,

it laid itself down

in so many enduring stone steps.

-

Such bones in that century.

(What do we do with it now?)

A strong nose on that century (almost beautiful),

a tank of a nose, a fortress of a smile,

a stone explosion of a face.

-

A penny for the man who would dare kiss it.

A penny for the man who would walk back down

its southern steps.

-

A steep cemetery of a smile,

the last century—what a century!

-

What a large cemetery. What a long cemetery.

What a large, green cemetery.

1 Like

What a haunting and powerful ending. Thank you for sharing this, Roy.

1 Like

I read this aloud and found myself marveling at the word “century.” What interesting sounds. And most interestingly, for me, is that as I spoke “century” aloud so many times…all I could hear and see in my mind was the word “Sentry.” Which now leaves me with the idea of Spirit Guardians from those centuries. Those who watch over and protect us. Or those cemeteries. And I wonder if Abigail Dembo meant us to think of Sentries without mentioning them.

Thanks, Roy.

I’ll try to find a poem or excerpt to share here.

2 Likes

Thanks so much for sharing that beautiful sonic synchronicity—it hadn’t even occurred to me that “sentry” shares such a whisper-like similarity to both words.