J-Villin was throwing it down last night. I sat chill, in the corner. I've been around DJs for quite some time, but that was the first time that I watched--really watched.
It hit me.
This is the new poetry. The rhythm. The meter. The vibe. The elation. This is the new language of the aesthetic.
I have been trying to accomplish this feat with my written poetry for years--I became obsessed with the sounds of the words and the hypnotic effect that those words could create when strung together without a taste for meaning.
Specifically, Pasiel's Key, which was my ode to meaningless sound.
As the poem states in the opening:
Warning: this poem is about images and not about message. Do not try to understand it, there is nothing to understand. It exists solely to invoke mental sensations. So, just see it...All I cared about was the rhythm--the elation of the sound and the mesmerizing effect that it could create:
Next, just let the words bloom into plaid violet sights and chirping sounds like chickadee symphonies of bursting mad violent rounds. Let the temptations of connotations cascade, that is to say ripple, spill, pour, spurt, course, jet, spring, teem, crawl about the lands untouched and unplowed and forgotten that smell of sweet residue dandelion field lily aroma mystique.I never could accomplish my goal--not entirely. However, instinct told me that it was possible. After all, I love listening to Naruda in Spanish even though I cannot speak (or understand) Spanish. It's the sound--the feel--the vibe.
However, while listening to this DJ, it dawned on me. Language carries too much baggage. It's too impregnated with connotations. This, on the other hand, was pure sound--a purely digital voice. It can do anything and everything. It is the voice of the universal.
COME, said the Muse, Spin me a song no poet yet has mixed, Spin me the Universal.
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