I have always loved screaming in the context of Horror. I think that is the defining feature of the horror genre - the ability to hear the pain, fear or grief of distressed people attempting to survive a fate unknown to them and witness by us the audience. But I have been paying attention to screams of other genres and even mediums, and I am noticing screams do not have a place in our real world. The world is "civilized" and to scream is an uncivilized act. A raw and human and wild act. I see drama movies and the protagonist, especially in character study films, hide their fury in biting a scream with their clothes fist in their mouth, or muffling their hysteria with a pillow. I see screams in stilled frames and photographs and paintings - forever visible and never heard. Outside of art and inside the real world we are only socially encouraged to use our "inside voice" - but there is never an outside place for screams. There is nothing polite about a scream. I love that horror gets their characters to scream. I love that horror gets to scream. I want to scream. I don't ever think I really had a time in my life to ever just really scream, and I wonder how many people actually have.
I want to write about the concept of the scream. The anatomy of a scream. Its science, its art, its practice and the psychology of it in regards to us humans. In learning and writing it I will honor it.
