#tasting words

[omalliekat]

i have important words in my mind

it is now only a matter of remembering what they taste like.

[thestuffthatmatters]

Ace at Authenticity

Authenticity, [aw-then-tik]

Adjective.

Representing one’s true nature or beliefs; true to oneself or to the person identified.

“Nothing is more valuable than your authentic self; there is no reason to justify a synthetic being.” – s.f.  http://tasting--words.tumblr.com/

 A state of consciousness in its rawest form would be energy manifesting without circumstances choking it around the neck.

In my opinion, our community takes this quality lightly. I find it dismissed constantly.

Being authentic doesn’t mean you always wear your heart on your sleeve. Or disregarding others to accommodate your need to voice your opinion.

It also doesn’t mean you should know precisely what you want out of life.

What it does mean:

-          You take accountability for your strengths and weaknesses. You exercise your talents and accept criticism in any form.

-          You live what you preach. You will adapt, change, and grow from different morals and ethics; but you stay true to yourself.

-          You learn to forgive the part of you that wants to fulfill someone’s standards and accept you for… you.

-          You learn to fight your own standards you’ve conditioned your mind to aspire towards and live from your true desires.

-          You find a way to accept every part of yourself. Your body, mind, spirit… everything.

The point is,

Authenticity to me… is part of the stuff that matters.

[graham-geiger]

If You Could Taste Words...

I wonder what the world would be like

if you could taste words a flutter in the air

like the particles that allow us to smell

but instead have them land on your tongue.

If you could subsist on a diet of flattery,

dine on a buffet of egotism,

go blind in the sultry sweetness

of the gentlest descriptions of affection.

Or maybe they would taste as they were;

maybe they would taste honest and cold

as a melting snow-cone when melancholy-hopeful;

maybe they would burn in the aggression

of a compressing star like a void made peppercorn;

maybe they would make you wretch as a liar's

hidden agenda would always taste like shit

no matter how pretty the things they said,

or maybe when you'd try to lie to yourself

you'd only end up vomiting until you stopped.

I wonder what truth would taste like.

I think perhaps it might be bland

(something like bread)

but only because it's been known to wound

as much as heal, and what you'd choose

to spread it with would make the difference.

Even in a world where you could taste sentiments

there would be at least that deception I'm sure.

And I wonder how many flavors there would be,

and how much hatred of personal taste,

and how much longing for that same taste.

The more I think about it

the more I wonder if this world

isn't so much different than that.

Still...there are a lot of words I'd like to taste.

[person-with-a-name]

I have a question

for word -> taste (Lexical-gustatory) synesthetes. If you don’t particularly care for the taste of someone’s name, do you give them a nickname? Does that work?

[allegra0]

lexical-gustatory synesthesia seems like it would be fun

[glaz-almaz]

Notes on the new colour scheme/background image

I decided to change the layout a bit. This is partly because 1) I am a spontaneous and charming bastard, and 2) various other reasons, which I shall explain here:

- I went out tonight to see Kurt Weill's "Seven Deadly Sins" - there was ballet to accompany the music, and the stage lights were pink. I am very fond of pink stage lights, and these happened to be just the right shade to trigger my rare colour/taste synesthesia (my usual and strongest types being lexical gustatory and spatial).

- There are several shades of blue to purple to pink which cause this for me. The pale blue which I now use for my writing on here tastes cool, minty and sweet, like mint chocolate - but not minty goo chocolate, like after eights. Like thick, chunky milk chocolate with mint crystals in it, or sometimes just like Mentos.

- I realise that has nothing whatsoever to do with pink lighting. However, pink lighting, in case you were wondering, tastes like Calpol (a delicious kind of children's pain killer syrup in Britain which just so happens to be bright pink). The word "good" also tastes like this, so I experience it fairly often, but it was the lighting which reminded me that I can also taste colours from time to time. There's a faint pink glow to the background picture which is fairly reminiscent of this special shade of rosy light.

- Now, whenever I look at my tumblr, I get to taste the colours on it as well as the words.