when asmr was avant garde

version

Well-known member

@ver$hy ver$h @luka @sus @blissblogger no doubt remember that i've been saying this

Wonder whether there are potential military applications and whether that's been researched, also whether there are people taking it offline and going into business doing it in person, like massage therapists and people like that. It's not something which requires the internet, or even technology, but the whole culture around it's thoroughly enmeshed with the internet.

Wonder what it does to the performers too. Do all of them get tingles themselves? Does the whole thing go to their head? Are they getting off on influencing the nervous systems of a mass audience in such an intimate way?
 

blissblogger

Well-known member
Roland got something to say....

“Writing aloud is not expressive... it is carried not by dramatic inflections, subtle stresses, sympathetic accents, but by the grain of the voice, which is an erotic mixture of timbre and language, and can therefore also be, along with diction, the substance of an art... Writing aloud is not phonological but phonetic; its aim is not the clarity of messages, the theater of emotions; what it searches for (in a perspective of bliss) are the pulsional incidents, the language lined with flesh, a text where we can hear the grain of the throat, the patina of consonants, the voluptuousness of vowels, a whole carnal stereophony: the articulation of the body, of the tongue, not that of meaning, of language.

"A certain art of singing can give an idea of this vocal writing; but since melody is dead, we may find it more easily today at the cinema in in asmr. In fact, it suffices that the cinema video camera capture the sound of speech close up… and make us hear in their materiality, their sensuality, the breath, the gutturals, the fleshiness of the lips, a whole presence of the human muzzle (that the voice, that writing, be as fresh, supple, lubricated, delicately granular and vibrant as an animal’s muzzle), to succeed in shifting the signified a great distance and in throwing, so to speak, the anonymous body of the actor into my ear: it granulates, it crackles, it caresses, it grates, it cuts, it comes: that is bliss”

Roland Barthes, The Pleasures of the Text
 
Top