What is the earth? Lava, a flame has only cast the surface of the crystals (of stones), and lava bu

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Important discussion of rhetoric about the socially disadvantaged - Inaam Habil and Yahya Hassan Text 1 in the "cubist self-portrait - solution of self-portrait": translation of the beginning of Belyjs Glossolalia wicks
As I put Glossolalia in print five years after it is written, I feel compelled to provide some clarification words to you. It would be very ironic Glossolalia to see a theory that will demonstrate anything to anyone. Glossolalia is an improvisation on some aural themes, such as those themes inside me develop fantasies wicks of image-sound, so I express them, but I know: behind my improvisationers figurative subjectivity store their extra-figurative mess up, it's not subjective. When one observes a speaker, and looking at his gestures, without a distance to hear the content of the speech, we can determine the contents solely by the gesture as "fear," "Tribute," "contempt." We infer that the content that we can hear is "something wicks with tribute" or "no fear." Then we find out that the speaker was talking to make attention on something: in an effort to instill mass fear of something, and we understand that our perception of the gesture completely corresponded to the content wicks that we could not hear.
In the same way, I see here the sound, as a gesture, on the surface of consciousness life, as a gesture of contents that have been lost, and when I say that "Ss" is something shining, I know that gesture generally is trustworthy, and that my figurative improvisations are models for the expression that sounds gestures have - the sounds that we have not lost. I think entirely on the fact that this gesture flames up inside of us and will be illuminated by consciousness. And I raise the future my subjective notions not as a theory but as a poem: a poem about sound.
Glossolalia is a lyddigt. In one of the poems that I have written (Christ is resurrected and First Meeting) is this the most successful. And so I ask you to take it. Criticize me scientifically and would like devoid of any logic.
Inexplicably darkness is in the language: the sounds bottomless tones is one huge word meanings, but sounds tones and sudden light bulbs of meaning is hidden by a metaphorical fog that pours out the unspoken concepts lines through future folds. And just as the storm for us has sounds and clouds no analogy, like sounds or meanings of words images do not have it, and from them separates the dry, flat legemløse view it.
What is the earth? Lava, a flame has only cast the surface of the crystals (of stones), and lava bubbles bandied wicks about in the volcanic craters, and the top layer - the earth - is very thin, it is covered with grass.
How is the word, which is the ore full of meaning scattered rytmers storm, these rhythms are molded of flinterøddernes mass, the fiery opinion is filed, the top surface is a word-picture (metaphor), its sound as language wicks history tells us, is only a combination of misshapen and broken sounds, and the picture is sound destruction process, and the ramifications of the vaneord - grass! - Grow out of it. In this way: the aural purity wicks case raises the dialectical brilliance and luster when it falls, it's the end, it is thought autumn.
The intemperate flame, granite, clay and grass has no analogy, no analogy, of us have the meanings no analogy, concepts, metaphors, roots and the air current movements that create the gigantic cosmos sounds (in the oral cavity.)
Once there were not plants nor soils, there was no flint and granite, there was something wicks brilliant; wings of floating gas unfolded in the cosmos, and these ildstrømninger repeated as himself, in the flower wicks petals, and also in the cosmic light and field herbs, all herbs are fremmaninger of fire in the cosmic sphere Inexhaustibility, all words are fremmaninger by the sound of an ancient significance.
Once there were not concepts wicks that we notice today, the ideational level have surrounded the word, once there was not even word pictures: ordbillederne has covered the shapeless mess; were previously root there yet, all roots are snakeskin, and the snake and the living hose is language; once this snake vertebrae, and the palate was the mainstay of sounds veil cosmos which solidified, was the oral cavity; air movement - this ballerina - is our language.
Before the distinct sounds jumped tongue, like a ballerina wicks in the closed sphere. All its overlays, folds, touch the palate and its play with the air currents (driven by an inner fire) have historically composed binding on sound signs - "aspirants", "sonanter": they are united with the consonants, and they have deposited unfolded "explosives": the usteme (p, t, k) and voted (b, d, g)
The tongue = one ballerin