I have been playing a story in my head for days now unable to get it out — finally I got a portion of it out today. My thoughts have been on a relationship between an owl and a raven. After I wrote part of my story I went in search of things about owls and ravens together. To my surprise I discovered an Eskimo legend, I found several variations of the tale, but I liked this one the most.
An Eskimo Legend
Owl and Raven were close friends. One day Raven made a new dress, dappled black and white, for Owl. Owl, in return, made for Raven a pair of Whale-bone boots and then began to make for her a white dress. When Owl wanted to fit the dress, Raven hopped about and would not sit still. Owl became very angry and said, “If I fly over you with a blubber lamp, don’t jump.” Raven continued to hop about. At last Owl became very angry and emptied the blubber lamp over the new white dress. Raven cried, “Qaq! Qaq!” Ever since that day Raven has been black all over.
I really enjoyed this version because I am slightly obsessed with black-and-white, boots, and I think it’s funny to say the word blubber over and over again. I also found a poem which was interesting because it shares similar themes as my story. Between the Owl & the Raven. I also love the poem The Raven — Edgar Allen Poe has been a large part of my life. I have enjoyed his writing since I was a child.
Here comes the silly connections, and I do not know how to explain how I got here. I have synesthesia and the last few days I have been consumed by music. I see music in colors — I can see music flow out in numbers. I can even taste it at times, but it is not the sensation of food or drink, it is more like indescribable tastes. Words (lyrics) dance for me, they swim into colors, and sensations on and through my skin. Music taps into parts of me that I cannot articulate. Interestingly, I have been consumed by music to work through my emotions (I do not understand my emotions sometimes.) and a very interesting blog post popped up the other day Inside the Mind of a Synaesthete.
One reason I may be obsessed with black-and-white is because my world is so full of colors. I see people, things, letters, and numbers in colors. Yes, I have no idea why I am thinking about this stuff today. Most likely because several songs woke things up in my mind and I am feeling a bit euphoric. I could be feeling that way because I have said: “blubber” at least a million times in the last 10 minutes.
Here is a great short video about Synesthesia.
I will try to describe what I see with the song below. Dancing silver strands, looping into what looks like infinities. They unravel into yellows, greens, and blues swimming into waves. I see splashes of what looks like water dancing and dripping, floating into ripples of what looks like metallic colors. Big splashes of colors rising and falling into ripples, zig zags waving up and down in silver. I see dancing numbers, and a mixture of different numbers blend into folds and fading out.
I confess I have never seen the movie The Piano, but I have listened to the soundtrack on occasion. I chose a song with no words and it felt happy to me. It makes it easier to describe my visuals with music like that. The more lyrics or intensity to the music the harder it is to describe — many times poems pop into my head as I listen. The music flows into words and movies sometimes as well.
Zippy-Doo I am getting a little too wordy for me. I must be very typative today.