After so many years spent living it, following its flows and back-flows, all these thousands of hours trying to understand it and improve its articulation, its relevance, its velocity as it ran through my own fingers,
I now identify why music now appears to me as a source of fatigue,
For it uses one of those tricks that drains the energy of the the outer being and leaves it drunk and weakened. It was not the music, but the discursive component of the tracks and songs.
I know realize that moments when music brings appeasement and relief are always moment when its discursive component is, if not removed, reduced to a minimum.
Music is inseparable from time, it rests on it as a whole and time unfolds within it.
With this process of time revelation appears discursive content, the thing that is said, explained, convoluted, rolled up and unfolded.
More broadly, the same is true of language. Outside of time, could words ever develop ?
This music that comes to mind when I consider alternatives to those draining experiences, is one of timelessness.
How to create non-time within time ?
How, using time through language, can we say what is not happening ?
How to express the inexpressible ?
The rhetorical disease at the core of the unfolding process of music, becomes then secondary and remains in the background or is not born at all.
Rhythmic markers are spaced apart, the tempo necessarily much slower so as to dilute time.
They are, if not anecdotal or deliberately blurred, so that no pattern of temporal regularity can emerge.
This is the case for bird songs, and sounds of nature that mix without any intelligible model — in the sense of a built-up discourse – appearing.
Tones and frequencies take on their full importance.
The grain of the sounds and their undulations offers an experience of timelessness through immediacy.
Why doesn’t intellectual understanding happen here ? The grasping on the sound matter ceases to express itself and leaves room for tracks of eternity, those it has always sought without ever finding them, often without even knowing they were what we had been searching for.
We have sought soothing through music material
This off-track seeking had been the cause of our anxiety.
Human discourse is an expression of this. By the arranged words, we seek the answer to existence anxiety, and by the arrangement, the laying out of words, we inevitably hide it.
The practice of sitting is to language what timeless music is to the sound chaos of pop radios :
an experience of timelessness by subtraction of the discursive content.