I propose an annual event: The Week Without Words.
Each year, from Monday to Monday, we will watch, listen, and not speak.
How much does talk and reading and writing make the world what it is?
We will find out.
One may see without comment, hear and understand, utterly without sentences.
Music and lyrics, we'll find they are separable.
It will have a sabbath feel to it, in some ways more extreme, in other ways less.
I can work on my coos and purrs, whisps and whirrs.
What is an undescribed taste?
Recognition smiles and is its own hello.
Search, wonderful search, it's hands and knees and no engines this week.
Get ready. You're ready.
The Week Without Words is coming
to a blank marquee near you.
Roman Ryan 