Making soulful noises

 I’ve tried, several times, to say what this concatenation of notes is — to come up with a word or phrase for it.

My friend Christopher sent me a quotation from Alan Furst’s novel Night Soldiers.

 

Sascha Vonets was not meant to be a poet, that’s all one could say. It was just that his stubborn soul had, somehow, got into the habit of making soulful noises, and one had to do something or other about that, so his instinct had always been to chop up the thoughts so that they trickled down the page instead of marching, margin to margin, like a shock battalion.

 

Maybe I’m in “the habit of making soulful noises” even on days when I can’t half think.

• Source: Alan Furst, Night Soldiers; New York: Random House, 2002.