A blog about beautiful book's words being observed

     One might wonder what makes a literary work sound beautiful. After our last class period I was excited to write this blog because I felt like I really learned quite a bit. Or, more accurately, the little I learned was relatively profound.
     I have quite a bit of experience with rhyme, alliteration, consonance, assonance, and rhythm. As a songwriter, I’ve been playing around with these for years, and now I’m excited to be more aware of them as I write. I went back and read the lyrics from some of my songs, playing closer attention to these traits of spoken words, and found quite a few surprising instances. I won’t post my lyrics here and fill up the word count, but I will say, one of my songs had the i sound (both long and short) 29 times in a 63 word chorus. And I had never even noticed it until I was looking for it! And it’s one of my favorite choruses that I’ve written, so I wouldn’t hesitate to say that there’s a strong link there.
     Looking back at the book of Joel, I’m astounded by how many of these styles of writing are crammed into all of the lines (although not as much rhyme, but perhaps it was lost in translation). I find it interesting that while the whole book is full of repetition and variation, the parts that seem to hold the most, are the parts that I highlighted. Apparently the system works.
     I didn’t want to write a blog and fill it with passages from the book, but one captivates me enough to include it. “A day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness . . .” Oh, my goodness. I love this line. The repetition is obvious, but the picture painted is neat as well. This scene may not be appealing to everyone, but I feel physically relaxed when I imagine it. I despise sunny days if I’m not in the water, or if it’s not cool outside. I much prefer dark gloomy days, because for some reason I’m absurdly productive and creative on those days. This passage is beautiful to me in how it sounds and what it describes. I imagine some people, if not most, prefer sunny days, which makes feel like the beauty of this passage may be subjective. Subjective beauty in poetry . . . That’s an interesting thought in itself.
　
　
　
　
     Seeking sounds of similarity is surprisingly pleasing, but still not as amusing as squeezing out my own, however strained they are. =]