Introduction to
Least Silent Of Men
A book by Adel Souto about silence

Nothing is more difficult than keeping our mouths shut. With little provocation we blurt out opinions, advice, admonishments and solutions. We compliment and praise — whether or not our words ring sincere — then at the drop of a hat we argue and criticize. Our impulse to talk about ourselves is of a truly cosmic scale. We go on and on about our problems and our accomplishments. In summation: we talk too much.

We’re masters of our silence, and slaves to our words.

A while back I attended an opening at Paul Booth’s NYC art gallery and I ran into Adel Souto. I said Hey and he gestured in response. When I asked “What’s happening?” I got no reply. It took me a moment to realize he wasn’t talking. His girlfriend chimed in, “He’s taken a vow of silence for a month.” Adel whipped out a notebook and pen. I forget exactly what he wrote but it conveyed a greeting.

When a person doesn’t answer a simple question, when they don’t return a hello, when they engage you but ignore your queries — that’s kinda annoying. So we went through a few awkward formalities and then I moved along. As the event wore on I occasionally observed Adel going through the same routine with other baffled attendees.

My first impression: Another tedious stunt in the name of art. However, I started thinking about my reaction to the guy’s silence. After all, he was friendly, clearly wanting others to understand, and groove with, his intentions. He had the girlfriend at his side, explaining his shtick while he spelled out key points in pantomime. He issued unspoken invitations to a quiet world of inaudible communication.

And, he wasn’t simply failing to answer or respond or whatever; he’d turned off the verbal soundscape. He wasn’t just not talking; he had nothing to say. He was being quiet. Speechless! Silent!

In retrospect I’m impressed by Adel’s efforts. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut for a whole month. Could you? One must respect the ability to retreat from the jabbering, chattering world. Since no one really cares what we have to say, except maybe when it affects them directly, why bother saying it? Silence is golden.

Incidentally, the word “quiet” originally meant a period of peace as opposed to war.

I’m looking forward to the day when more folks follow Adel’s lead and give their jaw muscles a rest. I grow weary of hearing others’ opinions, advice, praise, protests et cetera. When I encounter an acquaintance I want to simply nod my head. Then, if they have anything fascinating to say, they can pipe up and I’ll stand in awe. Then I’ll say my piece — and it will be brilliant! Until that time comes, I’m keeping my hands over my ears like the monkey who hears no evil. Please, shut up!

George Petros, Brooklyn 2013