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“words, words, words — i’m so sick of words,” eliza dolittle exclaims in my fair lady. i love words. but sometimes they are so inadequate. is it only writers who struggle to write? i feel sometimes that the words we have are so used up they don’t mean anything anymore, not really. they’re fraying on…
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one of the foibles of being a copy editor is that your deadline is king, and so your social life sometimes falls by the wayside. being at a weekly, i get to work during the day like a normal person, but on thursday, our production day, outside life is put on hold ’til the paper…
Read Morei imagine you rest on your laurels easily dictionary of excuses at the ready compendium of caustic jabs at the tip of your tongue yet for all that i wonder if it’s your definition or just a bastardized use you’ve casually adopted too lazy to let anyone examine your etymology closer or are you afraid? are…
Read Morethis is a poem for you the reader who chooses to wade through my writing like a guppy caught in a school of piranhas i wish i could see you reading observe what makes you smile or shake your head and abandon me for something else if we sat down to coffee together (mine is…
Read Moresome things can not be said in words brilliant though they are, words disappoint we cheapen them transmuting meaning into a common stale used up, cast off the purity of emotion unsullied requires silence but poets are paid to translate the unexpressable into the inexplicable do i dig my own grave…
Read Moretunage: a good day, by priscilla ahn thing of the day: paul mitchell tea tree lavender mint shampoo today, my friends, was a day rife with many opportunities to learn or otherwise practice patience. and oh dear, sometimes i am not very patient at all. so i guess it was good that God had the…
Read Morewe do odd things to our language in our squeamishness about death. i was reading the new york times online today and an obituary headline caught my eye: “andrew wyeth, revered and ridiculed artist, dies.” oh he does, does he? i wasn’t aware that death could be an ongoing process for an individual. you might…
Read Morebe incomprehensible for the sake of being misunderstood and reinterpreted according to the popular mythology of the vitamin-depleted social stream of unconsciousness the anorexic waif-eyed wastrels will praise wandering works giving too-deep explanations of obfuscated meaning oh life is beautiful and love is a rare infusion of feeling not pretentious as e.e. cummings but still in lowercase and…
Read Morefrom the bookshelves: the word museum by jeffrey kacirk this book is pretty cool. it’s full of odd, quaint and queer old words that most (“normal”) people don’t use anymore. being such, it gave me the perfect word to describe the shrubbery also known as my hair: aflunters. kacirk says it means “in a state of disorder.” yep,…
Read Morei find myself amused (and somewhat embarrassed) when others think my writing amazing or profound or great or any other laudatory adjective honestly i don’t understand because to me it’s just writing it’s like breathing agonizingly setting my heart down on paper everyone was created with a heart everyone is a soul in possession of…
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