Body English and Word Porn
The English language is deteriorating rapidly. Just this week I’ve had to stomach (of course, that’s a verb) such wannabe-verbs as ‘magic’ and ‘Gandalf’, forcing me to spend more time on Google than it’s worth, frankly. I mean: who do these Johnny-come-lately scribes think they are, anyway? Isn’t the object of writing, ultimately, uh—communication? And no, the author is not the subject; he’s the worker bee.
Do I have to read Tolkien to be able to communicate? ‘Game of Thrones’? What if I don’t like such fairy tales? ‘To Google’ is different. That comes direct from the Latin: googleare, as in Caesar’s ‘Vini googli vici’ or Descartes’ famous dictum, “Googlio ergo sum.” (More …)
Kc are discussing. 
I’m happy to report that Europe is full of lousy films. I feel like this is a real breakthrough, considering all the really good films they used to make, back in the day of Truffaut, Godard, Bunuel, Bergman, Antonioni, and of course Fellini. Where would Woody Allen be today without them? Don’t answer that. 
Esther Fabbricante are discussing. 
streaming consciousness... 
Kc 6:48 pm on June 25, 2015 Permalink |
whoa the mule, as an old woman said to me as we were (a bunch of us) painting on a piece of fabric as it swayed…as i recall, you fancied yourself a poet….remember the poem, to kathy in september? alas, have decided i am completely literally minded and it took me years to understand what someone meant when they said so and so was a douche. then i remembered a giant poster in my old friends office, a midwife, who gave me yearly exams for free and it read “ladies, put away your douche bags.” So, if someone is a ‘douche’ they are esentially worthless. yes, always fun with words.
hardie karges 6:51 pm on June 25, 2015 Permalink |
I have actually published a few poems, don’t know if you knew that… “Kathy in September”? Sounds familiar… trying to get back into ‘poetry mode’ right now for first time in several years, every mid-decade, it seems…