Talking with myself

Chris Honeycutt – wish you were still blogging, Chris – wrote to me, “Totally thought of you on this“:

“If you’re reading this sentence, chances are you’re reading it silently…”


“Your lips aren’t moving, you’re not making any sound that other people can hear. But are you making ‘sound’ in your head?”


“Many people who read silently do so by imagining a voice speaking the words they are reading (and often, it’s your own voice, so there’s even a specific ‘tone’. I wonder if this is what makes people react so strongly to some blog posts).”

Interesting. I usually DO read, hearing my own voice. It’s especially true when I write this blog; I try to have it sound like me talking to you; sometimes I read back what I’ve written and I’ve totally nailed it; other times, not so much. Hey. what do you want from a free daily blog?

“This could be because when we learn to read, we associate symbols with verbal sounds until the association is effortless.”

It’s comforting to know that I’m not the only one who loves the sound of his own voice, especially when I’m reading back my own words.

Chris thought the funniest line was: “The authors also comment that few would contest that most of our waking time is spent talking to ourselves covertly.”

Covertly? The Wife will tell you that when I’m composing a blog post, my talking to myself is QUITE evident. It’s especially true when I have an idea for a piece but lack either pen and paper or a word processor.

I was thinking of this because I read some Langston Hughes poems last week at First Friday in Albany. Someone asked if I had practiced reading them at home. No, all my practice was “in my head,” often on the bus. The ones marked # I read. The others were sung by baritone Christopher L. Trombley, accompanied by Todd Sisley on piano. (Pictured, clockwise from top left: Chris; Roger; Gloria Wood, who was displaying quilted wall hangings; and Todd.)

In Time of Silver Rain – Jean Berger 1909–2002)
#The Negro Speaks of Rivers
Death of an Old Seaman – Cecil Cohen (1894–1967)
#The Weary Blues
Genius Child – Robert Owens (b. 1925)
#My People
#I, Too
Lonely People – Jean Berger
#Let America Be America Again
Shake Your Brown Feet, Honey – John Alden Carpenter (1876–1951)
#Montage of a Dream Deferred: Harlem; The Ballad of the Landlord
Litany – John Musto (b.1954)
#I Dream a World
#Wisdom and War
Carolina Cabin – Jean Berger
Talking with others:
Take a Seat – Make a Friend?

Second photo by Ray Hendrickson, stolen from his Facebook page.

5 thoughts on “Talking with myself”

  1. For me it isn’t my voice. It’s both not the voice I hear when I talk nor the voice I hear when I’m recorded. It’s a “me reading” voice. I don’t know if that’s the same for everyone else. (Funny, I just realized my “writing voice” and “reading voice” are different, at least when I comment on a blog.)

    Does everyone secretly have conversations in their head with other people? I imagine talking to famous people or people in books.

    I don’t believe everyone talks to themselves. I think intellectuals and neurotics do, but not other personality types.

    I don’t blog anymore partially because it prevents “imagined conversation with the blogosphere.” (If that makes any sense.)


  2. Wow…I can’t decide if I do this or not! Maybe I do? Or not? I gotta think about this some. I hear a voice in my head when I’m writing, but when I’m reading? I’m honestly not sure.


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