Musical voicing becomes movement of life as I voice Thoreau’s sounds. I read that mysterious signature line from Walden‘s beginning:
I long ago lost a hound,
a bay horse,
and a turtle dove.
This has nothing to do with birds or dogs but with loss – everywhere and always — and with sounding that loss, baying it in the chase, the chase after (and of) life.
It’s about the musical breathing of words, letting them ride on an exhale and inhale. So we should begin with breath as a sigh. It’s the sigh that exceeds what is said, and the sigh of loss.
I long ago lost — I long ago lost
ah Oh, ah ah Oh, — ah Oh, ah ah Oh
[the ‘ah’ is an uptake, the ‘Oh’, a release]
And try the same, breathing and listening to the rhythm of “. . . a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle dove.”