The original title —
sounds words art.
And through an accident of elision
we get soundswords.
Sounds that are words that are swords.
Then I think of the word sound.
Perhaps the word I use most in my life (besides fuck).
And when I think of words that are typographically related to it – I begin to find it a curiously solid word for something that is so ephemeral.
There are the words that are spelt like and sound like sound:
But then there is wound –
wound around sound –
which is also a wound (woo-nd).
Words and sounds as wounds.
Where words become sounds become wounds,
slicing through the air,
pushing a word towards the audible,
making the word heard,
making rifts in the air
like a sword.
And this wound is the sound —
where words become wounds become sounds.
I am starting with the basics.
Breaking it down
to it’s smallest unit