Posts Tagged ‘2011’
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Experiment: only speak words that carry feelings.
Otherwise, don’t speak.
Bit Jane Campion but, you know.
What if words have difficult memories that are not quite deciphered and so that is kinda why they hang around and keep recycling out of the mouth?
Doesn’t really matter – or, does it?
Maybe it really matters.
Well, I’m feeling now and trying to find the word. Actually, it’s a name. That Japanese Canadian popular physicist – not Suzuki the medieval haired one. How can that guy’s name carry a feeling..
Can we just walk around saying people’s names and that carries feeling?
Words are a bit thingy / elitist. Taking themselves too seriously. Precious.. And when they want to be paid for? That’s strange and funny. Write a whole bunch of words on some subjective topic and bully/nag someone to pay for it. Please.
You know what that sounds like. The view of a (so called) male chauvinist about his latest date. Like words are the – oh wait, what word will I use here. Because, I actually believe I am the only person (not really, I’m saying that for effect and to manipulate a response that agrees) who notices that the word female is used always instead of woman and also no one (exaggeration again but not really, it’s so staggeringly common) can actually spell the word woman.
So that analogy, of course is kind of misogynistic but not really. Only when a woman plays into it: where she gets all thingy and believes she should be paid for. Dinner paid for, clothes paid for, roof over head paid for.
Grammar – oh god… it’s even thingy about how it’s bloody spelt?! Just live with an er instead of the ar. Who gives a shit. I spose that extends the replacement and misspelling of woman analogy though. What’s it called? Slippery slope? I don’t know. Basically, the same though. Get used to it, no one gives a shit. It’s akin to the word black. Can’t believe all that crap is still floating around – oh a great simile here would make me look clever.
Anyway. Only using words that carry feelings as an experiment is a fine idea, for Shakespeare but, it’d make you come across too self conscious. Then, no one would listen to those few carefully selected words at all. Good grief you may end up sounding like a first night poetry reading – unbearable.
Mental image of anything that could never be made into a bear – strange word.
Can’t be a bear? Nope. Adamant about that? Yep.
‘Oh, Shakespeare, you so crazy’ that’s what he’d love to hear. I know it. Make him laugh. That, and telling him that we’ve edited all his works to say female, never woman. (I wanted to misspell it: women – but, I don’t have enough faith in my reader – what a jibe).
The jibe is – I have no bloody reader! (Oh so want to smiley face, right now)
Sam is wearing vintage San Paredes Muumuu dresses at home. (2011 ah)