Last night, I dreamt of Stephen Fry. Now, he is a person who can leave you feeling devasted by his eloquence or annoyed by his ubiquitousness - I fall into the former camp. In this dream, we were on a bus together, circling a whitewashed council estate. We were talking about the sounds of language, specifically talking about the German language
which is strange - especially since IRL, I want to learn Italian. Heaven knows why. I then remember his spoken piece on Kate Bush's '50 Words For Snow.' I think he has an amazing voice; Alan Rickman runs a close second.
Seems weird to hear that song when it has been one of the warmest days this year.
Saying that, I just love the sounds and patterns of language. It was specifically the words 'Blackbird Braille' that I heard - wonder what it all means?
4. blackbird braille
Come on man, you've got 44 to go, come on man you've got 44 to go.
Come on man, you've got 44 to go, come on man, you've got 44 to go.
12. hunter's dream
Come on Joe, you've got 32 to go, come on Joe, you've got 32 to go.
Come on now, you've got 32 to go, come on now, you've got 32 to go.
Don't you know it's not just the Eskimo.
Let me hear your 50 words for snow.
19. phlegm de neige
26. vanilla swarm
28. robber's veil
Come on Joe, just 22 to go, come on Joe, just 22 to go.
Come on Joe, just you and the Eskimos.
Come on now just 22 to go.
Come on now, just 22 to go, let me hear your 50 words for snow.
39. groundberry down
42. peDtaH 'ej chIS qo'
44. bad for trains
47. blown from polar fur
48. vanishing world