I've always loved language. As much as I rag on the inconveniences and inconsistencies of ever language I can speak, there's a feeling that envelopes me when they're spoken just right. It's why I love Romantic poets like Percy B Shelley. There's something about the utilisation of language that so dearly suits the actual words' meanings with those poems. I also love the use of language in music as an instrument as opposed to a centerpiece. I recently listened to Beethoven's 9th Symphony in full, and I feel that perfectly described his compositions where vocals were concerned. Perhaps the effect was magnified by my lack of Latin comprehension 😅. I have, in the past, gone on benders where I'd only listen to Portuguese/Brazilian music while I did my work. If I focused on it, I could make inferences on meaning based on my French knowledge. But in the background, it was just another piece to a beautiful melody.
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