What’s Others Idea of Trace?

Sigmund Freud

Freud brings in the idea of unconsciousness and how it interacts with memory trace (Kwon, 216). Trace is also an organisms ability to return to a setting position through the usage of unique analogies (Kwon, 217). Freud also concluded that dreaming is another type of remembering and that trace is crucial material for solidifying imagery (Kwon, 228).

Henri Bergson

Bergson describes memory as a neuron theory that looks at how human perception is a motor design that is unconscious matter (Kwon, 214). Thus, we are not able to reach pure memory and images that could be displayed with cerebral movement (Kwon, 214). Bergson concludes that memories can be erased by habitual action due to automatism of the brain (Kwon, 215). Therefore, memories supplement understandings and use signs to recall imagery (Kwon, 215).

Jacques Derrida

Derrida brings the idea of image-oriented dreams, difference, and the concept of teche (Kwon, 218). Teche was described as the relation between life and death, present and represent and therefore determines writing as a stage of history (Kwon, 219). Derrida concludes that trace was an independent space that the unconscious has to decode within the concept involving writing (Kwon, 219).

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Building Trace Through Music

This exercise will allow me to work with different types of music as well as imagery to build a story filled with trace words. By adding in word signifiers that can build imagery to the reader, can also showcase who I am as a writer. I will interact with colour in the background of my writing to see the effect it has on my creation. Lets dive on in!

Cody Johnson – Country Music

Trace Words Found

• Fall
• Light ball glow
• Ride of a bull
• Pain and sore
• Thunderstorm
• smoke
• Dark night
• Cross on chin
• Countdown

The pain sliced through me like a bulls horns to the ribs. Glass shattered over me like the path of lightning in the sky. One, two, three, four, five. Breath. The night limited my vision except for the faint glow of the street lights. The grip on the steering wheel was the grip of a bull rider. Hands bleeding from the ride. The cliff held my car like a cross necklace on a neck. Orienting myself, I gripped my ribs. Water soaked my clothes, except it was red. Horns of steel pierced my side like a bull ring. Falling. The countdown of the clock, was the countdown of my life.

Ariana Grande – Pop Music

Trace Words Found

• Rewriting DNA
• Heart bulse
• Teddy bear
• Medical room
• Honey like vision

Pain soaks my vision. The medical room increases the pressure in my heart. Long and dragging. A scan of my heart would probably get me emitted too. Thick and slow pulse, like honey, increases my panic. Nausea and static tingles my limbs.

I place his teddy bear under his paws. His best friend.

“Your the bestest boy,” I cradle his head.

The doctors insert a needle into his arm. A honey like medicine that’s flowing through my body. His pulse is visually in his eyes. Slowly retreating. No preparation would make this better. The room draws quiet and slow. It limits my ability to breath. The vet takes up too much room, depriving us both of oxygen.

“Goodbye, my boy.”

My DNA is rewritten. I gracefully grab his best friend out underneath his heavy paws. I hug it tightly, like a lasting goodbye.

“I’ll love you eternally.”

Joel Sunny – Violin Cover

What Trace Comes to Mind With the Music?

• Bridgerton
• Kiss
• Ballroom
• Energy
• Bright colours
• Flowers
• Fairy lights

The pull of a kiss. The drawing of time. An unconditional shake in the hands. Tastes of bottle rocks explodes stars in mouths. An unconditional dance of two mouths, flowing with the beat of life. Warmth suffocates cold. Intertwined. Bright colours dance in the darkened vision. Just like when you close ur eyes and press hard. Pinks, Purples, Blues, and Greens explode like wildflowers in a mountainous field. It must be the energy. Electrocuting my eyes and mouth. The ballroom is just a capsule of space in time. Just me and him. Bridgeton, but alive.

Skillet – Hard Rock

Traces Noticed

• Fire
• Red and Orange
• Firefighter
• Rain
• Black leather
• Sparks

Skull shaking, bone burning. A screech of black leather ravens pierce the goddess green tree canopy. The cry of threat echos the valley. The smell of fresh rain threatens the animals. Blue turns to red. Blackout. Sparks escape the devils chambers. Fire graces the lush vegetations. War begins. A black-out shape escapes from the smoke. It stops, arms extended horizontally, opening for a huge awakening. Screech worse than the ravens escapes the thing. A battle cry. He picks up his fallen axe, ready to destroy the devil of an element.