B. posted a poem, I think a poem, in Vietnamese. I wish I could read it.
I used B.'s voice, speaking Vietnamese, in a piece, part of my series of Flea Tales. Check it out.
As a musician I have always been fascinated with the sound of different languages. As a kid I would pretend I could speak languages that I only recognized as sounds, the words empty of meaning. Vietnamese is unusual in that it seems to lack hard consonants, and this gives it a softness and gentleness, similar in feel to the kind of Portuguese that is spoken in Rio de Janiero (although one would never confuse the two).
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
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