The science of Sounds and Grunts

The best way to understand English
Is to realize it’s not about meaning of words
PER-SAY

English is grunts.

Think of all the vowel sounds,
and some of the consonant ones like S and TH
as grunts

and there are more than one sound per letter on vowels
has what we call long and short — germans have umlats

the meaning or “grunt” is the actual meaning of the word

so when someone says, “that SUCKS!” they aren’t saying it pulls on something

they are using the vowel sound of UGH … yuck ….putz …stuck … muck

duck? maybe too much duck poop at one point

so English has meaning that is not randomly assigned to the terms,
but gains much of meaning through use, or the grunt factor

we grunt “Aye!” in agreement ……… Aye Aye!!! comes with a yes meaning for that sound

bye sigh why my die lie ……… they are all absolutes

I know it’s hard to accept, and I’ve never before heard anyone state this,
but English at its foundation is grunting at each other.

RRRRRRR sound … is an anger sound.

Our use of language, is why I don’t find the “coming from apes”
part of evolution very implausible

because we grunt like apes at each other, in English

and you know, how some people speak, and it just rubs you the wrong way?

that’s because some of their grunts are inverted, probably due to location
or exposure to a cultural change of some kind

so i ended that last line with “i” …….. it means: YES!

dum de dum in the WH ends his tweets with “Sad!”

the sort of short E sound …… what is that in grunts?

“THERE!!!! THERE!!! or in spanish — ESTA!!!

that one …………….. pointing out a problem

you have to respond, yes, get them … or no, that’s not it.

so it’s complex … but it’s not

WE GRUNT

English is just a language that developed WITH the inbuilt grunts of meaning, not despite of it.

Short “I” — the small-range yuck sound.

Why this information is handy ……. is because the most important part of poetry is always the close.

the last thing said before expecting response.

what KIND of grunt you use at the ending — effects the selection of response

Hissing noise ……. the “S” sound … spitting — anger

it’s not hard

But it becomes so incredibly insane in the outcomes, with expectations for response …that
you cannot imitate american english, no matter how well you use it

there is no way for a foreign person to process the grunts fast enough
to realize the correct grunt reply — or to understand how those cliches
match geographic and timelines

therefore …….. i’m calling it a day

“hey — long A — eyyyy” means “let it be so”

“oh … yo… mow … go” means “now i see”

there is an underlying code of language
the grunts of meaning

woven

made so that you can say something ……
can say whatever …. and that’s not what you really mean

“E … long E …. eeeeee … tree … bee … me” means THIS THIS –here here — or food here

which considering we made the self designation as ME … is a little disturbing 🙂

i’m not sure how i know the grunting sounds ………. might be from watching too much tarzan
which would make it a self-fulfilling prophecy kind of observation, but for one thing:

when i worked at the hospital
and a patient lost their speaking ability due to a stroke
they could still grunt

and i could interpret the grunts
i was the only one that could

but they were there
the foundation of meaning hardwired into the brain

think about it

(short “I” sound means ….)

this is what is meant by phonetics, btw
how sound and meaning have a connection beyond singular designations of meaning for terms

there is a collective meaning
sets

according to the grunts

“U … uh … dumb … plumb” means the punch to gut or the belch

then when you get into the higher language, of better literature … the grunts disappear.
in some sense, it’s more complicated without the grunt running through it. as a separate code.
you must have the actual meanings memorized in a usable format with a foundation of several hundred working terms

but in some ways … in some ways … the use of direct-term meaning (minus grunts) is boring
is LESS complex — and there that is why it puts you to sleep

that is why some teachers put you to sleep
and some wake you up and become invigorating to hear

it’s why there are degrees of what is and is not interesting

and it’s why …. it’s why ………. language and English can be far more intriguing than math

think about it

i have

life is too short

“Or … more … sore … bore” means “of course” or “certainly”

and don’t tell me this is crazy

or even think this is crazy ……. i’ve thought about this a long time
that patient
where i could understand her when no one else could?

i was a young woman preggers with my daughter ……

preggers = pregnant ………. why preggers? why indeed

“A … short A ” means “THERE! THERE!” and “RRRRR … RRRR…” means what? Anger

in changing the word pregnant to the word preggers — it went from excitement to upset

and that, my friends — is how english is built and grows
it’s how we work the code
and how the various layers create almost a live creature

stretching and moving and becoming a mirror image
of the people it occupies

Peace … Love … and Mock and Dole 🙂 (AHHHH OHHHHH …. uh oh –you’re in trouble) that’s a duel-grunt. we have those, too
My my

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Dummy mouths the screams of pain

How now brown cow

Jack be nimble Jack be quick

Jack said it was a candle stick

Jill agreed

Jack gaslighted and said no

The candlestick is a bird

The silliest story you’ve ever heard

And Jill left puzzled

Went her way

Perhaps Jack would fly candles

Like a bird some day

For the world is fair

And horizons are vast

And Jack can take that candlestick

And shove it up his….

Mary mary quite contrary

How does your garden grow?

In a world of pain

With fear open wide

Bathed in the gaslight’s glow

Little Jack Horner

Sat in his corner

Watching the world go by

Feelings went numb

Drained on a plumb

Said what a good gaslighter am I!

99 bottles of beer on a wall

99 bottles of beer!

Take one down

Pass it around

200 bottles of beer on the wall

Because the gaslighter

Says so

Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout

Baa baa black sheep drank the spider out

Have you any wool?

Yes sir yes SIR

12 spiders full

And some day there’s some

Who never see the light

Who only hate a friend

And hurt a friend this night

Some day the sum of matters

Will dawn in every mind

Then numbers will sigh a large sigh

For calculations that worked to be kind…

Little miss muffet

Swore on her tuffet

Tired of blurbs and ways

Along came a sheep

Who coughed out a spider

And frightened miss muffet

To never trust sheep

And she scared all the spiders away

Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?

The gaslighter spins

And the huff and puff

Only blows themselves in

Little boy blue will blow the horn…

But for me

I will diminish and remain galadrial

Oh my bonnie lies over the ocean

The silence lies over the seas

But round and round the gaslighter bush

Only anger comes back to me…

Have you ever seen

A sky so blue?

Yes sir

YES SIR!

12 spiders full

What happens when you break a sense of humor?

It babbles nursery rhymes

And laughs and laughs

What happens when you call yourself perfect?

You gaslight others to keep it that way

What day did the Lord rest on?

The first one because the rest came after

Do you know how many gaslighters it takes to screw in a light bulb?

Two

One to say a lightbulb is unnecessary

And another to hide it in the light socket

A gaslighter, a duck, and a priest walk into a bar

The gaslighter says “don’t give me that!”

The priest and the duck had said nothing

The gaslighter says “you never understand me!” The priest says a hail Mary, the duck quacks, and the gaslighter steps through the mirror behind the bar and vanishes.

The priest pours beer over the duck

Which of course rolls off its back

And the priest eats the beer mug

Crunching the glass

And staring blankly at the mirror.

He finally asks, “who do you suppose that guy was talking to?”

“Beats me,” says the duck…”he seemed a bit put out”

“He did, didn’t he?” Says the priest

Blood dribbling down his chin.

“Wait a second, you talked!”

He turned to the duck, and the duck

raised his wings in the air and shrugged…..

“That guy finally found who he was arguing with. Are you going to stop chewing glass?”

The priest looks down at his broken glass….”are you going to fly into that mirror?”

“Hell no!”

“Exactly.”

And he chews the glass and swallows, pets the duck with his other hand

And then picks it up and throws it at the mirror

The duck flaps and feathers are everywhere and it finally gets itself sat back down again next to the priest. “What did you do that for????!!!” Screams the duck. The priest said, “I had to see if the mirror is real.”

The duck says, “oh” and he turned and squinted at the mirror. “Well….is it?” The priest said, “no.”

And he stood up and walked through the mirror and disappeared.

The duck sat for a minute, and then grinned. And I’ll tell you, if you’ve never seen a duck grin, it’s a very frightening sight. And he started humming, the song sort of drifted through the bar. Very haunting, it was. “Look on the bright side of life…” And the duck vanished in the twinkling of an eye.

A gaslighter, a priest, and a duck never walked out of the bar. But somewhere in that other world, the duck talks, the priest dies painfully, and the gaslighter sits on a stump listening to the duck talk, with no glass to chew, and he yelled, “I’m sorry you feel that way!”

The duck blinked back to the bar, got a beer, and blinked back to the gaslighter, handing him the beer. The gaslighter poured the beer on the duck, which of course it just ran off like water off a duck. And the gaslighter started chewing the glass.

The duck cocked his head and looked at him. Then smiled. And I’ll tell you, that’s one frightening smile. And the duck flew away. The gaslighter yelled after him, “What do you know about any of it???!!!”

The duck is soaring through the sky as the morning sun begins to rise, painting the world shades of red and pink.

The duck hums… And never ever talks again.

Please look on the bright side of life

Don’t be a duck

Don’t be a priest

Don’t be a gaslighter

Be a sunrise.

And if someone invites you to go to a bar, ask them if it has a mirror.

Saved Comment

wanted to save a comment i wrote in a thread this week regarding conspiracy theories:

the majority of americans don’t use guns to defend themselves, they use them to kill themselves. and i’m ok with that. seems better than a formal institution of euthenasia. this is america — i don’t believe we should have no guns. too many open spaces that are unpopulated with no police nearby. this isn’t the UK. we have a lot of land. so the price paid is all the suicides, and things like the mass shootings that are so senseless. what you do when that happens, is go “thank god i wasn’t in vegas that day.” to say that you “see” so greatly, and that it did not really happen, or is a conspiracy … that’s fine. but you need to see how you are being played. and also need to let it all go. stop watching the news and find something good in your community that you can accomplish. do something to help others. be a reality.
the instant communication and copious amounts of news does not suit those who cannot disengage their minds and enter back into reality. look at your shoes. what color are they? come back to yourself. where there is life there is hope. and where there is hope, there is another day to find a little bit of the grace God puts into it. fear serves no purpose. paranoia even less.
people will play with your head. that’s what people do. but compassion is something we can all have for our fellows — whether they are playing us or not.

guns cut the population. the majority of death by gun are suicides. at some point, it will be nice if american men can set them down, and determine they don’t need to decide on death. until then …….. i will grow my garden and water my flowers and pray that decency outlives those who want to harm others.
trying to get others paranoid is a harm. it’s not nice. serves nothing, and in the end — collective madness is no better than singular madness.

i know what i’m talking about. be well — and let the ideas of conspiracy have a backseat to your own life and own hopes. reality is a much better place to play …. there is a way to be happy. it’s by not letting fear rule you or yours. god takes care of the fools and the irish, and thank god i’m irish. my grandma always said that. it’s a mathematical puzzle. that’s why it’s funny.

i can tell who taught you the rhetoric you used. i know it. i know the vein of where and what and how. i can see that much, and it’s quite maddening. so i live a quiet life and do what i can. i make mistakes. i also own up to them, and have paid dearly with everything but my own life. so that, i’m going to treasure. what you do when paranoia strikes you, is start thinking of all the things that go right. start focusing on the opposite – notice the things you are not noticing. realize that you are placing the things you DO notice in a pattern.

patterns are comfortable. they are insurance. they are the way tomorrow starts at 7 am just like today started at 7 am.

it’s natural and understandable. but not everything is going to fit into your pattern of conspiracy, and so you warp it to fit. and then you build this entire pattern and supposed perception upon what you know has to be truth.

no such thing. are all abstract concepts, and what matters is that matter exists. it is ordered naturally — not by man nor by his perception. it’s SO beautiful ……. life is beautiful. and it sucks. and it weeps. and it is aggravating as hell when all you want is to be understood.

important thing, is i’m not afraid to look like a fool writing on and on …………. because i take the time to help. it’s who i am. what i believe in, even after being mistreated by this society and harmed more than you can imagine. i still love it, because i understand how people fall to temptation. i understand how nobody’s perfect. and i know how some plot and scheme and work to get whatever it is they think they want or need. that makes them the fool, not me. so i don’t give a rat’s ass who or what does this or that. i certainly don’t care about what others say on how that should effect me. and i don’t care that you are fond of believing “they are out to get you.” what i care about, is that whoever played you is not a nice person. what i care about, is that i need to get back to work editing photos — so tedious! what i care about … is i don’t want to see america dissolve into chaos and insanity. funny thing about fear, is when you are not afraid, you handle things better. that’s where we need to be.
it’s not about guns, or crazy, or how to dissect the truth. it’s about purpose and value for individual lives.

it doesn’t matter “who” is in control. i know what i’m doing right now. i know what i’ve been doing. i know i don’t want to see others go through the pain i went through.

first, you have to realize that you don’t need to be that important.

Slavery

yes we know you had 4
when houses were ten thousand a pop
before it became more important to own
a mortgage than a home

before children came with a price tag on their head
one that governed how much opportunity you can afford
to buy for each child

winners and losers
the great race to save nuts and
propagate

rising levels of greed surpass
rising levels of home prices
and the question of the day becomes
not how long can we keep this up?
but how long before reality catches up
to the american dream …

because something real and desperate
is more meaty than something fake and sure

gnaw the bones:
i have lived and loved
and seen the best and worst in humans

nothing dismays quite so much
as the bragging over children
and how that somehow equates to
a better view of the self

i don’t understand how that works
never did
it never computed to me how my individual
existence is supposed to augment
the existence of those who spit me out …

it just doesn’t matter
once you are an individual
your accomplishments (or lack thereof)
are your own

and some of us choose not to be
a mortgage, or own our children
because in the end
all you own is your time … taken to help
or to hurt

i have lived and loved
and seen the best and worst in humans
but the thing that gets me
is so many processes are bought and sold
that ceased to hold any value long ago

what gets me
is i can’t force anyone to understand
the dangers of envy

i can’t design a way to relegate the absolutes of pride
all i can do …
is say i’m so proud that you’re proud

while i feel a deep sorrow
that living must be vicariously performed
until levels of pride equal levels of emptiness
and i mourn

i wonder at what has been taken away
what opportunities
what love and pride in self-made construct

pity overwhelms me
and then guilt – for what part
of my own bloodline saw to it that
singular/individual dreams were quashed?

i hope the world holds better
for those needing pride in their children
i truly do
because i NEVER wanted anyone
EVER to say “i’m proud of you.”

i always thrilled more
to hear
“Good God, what have you done now?”

And i never know the answer to that.
It always comes out in the wash

quantum infinity to the absolute power of erratic thought

re: new concepts in quantum realities.

the thing about every concept, is the same one that plagues calibration. if you have three dials to calibrate audio, at least one has to remain at zero. with no solidified dial, any work to calibrate is only going to be successful by sheer luck. which is fine, if the intent is to spend your time playing with dials. but if your intent is to have a superior audio, then the important part of calibration is what you keep the same. i see theories that venture into areas of non-matter as playing with the dials.

now it’s always possible, that the dial you selected to remain steady, is the one that creates the most differences. so the only way you are going to know that, is if at some point you move that dial. confront other realities. i’m a structural engineer at heart. and an efficiency expert fan. lately i’m trying out the ideology for eliminating the concept of empty space. while science has accepted this for quite some time, that unless you are living in a vacuum, your air is not empty. the reality for most people is that an empty room is empty. that the sky is a wide, open space. that they are not IN something, but that they are ON something. so before science rushes off to disprove the nature of matter itself, they might want to make sure everyone has a working knowledge of it, first. because their other dials aren’t calibrated. so moving that one, will throw it into feedback screeching as surely as…. the sun rises and sets?