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Words overflowing the lexaducts

Today, I have a great urge to write The Daily Dose of the Good (and Not So Good) Words, but my purpose for writing, beyond wanting to write something to sustain, sooth and/or shake my faithful readers- most of which are spambots, though a convincing case could be made that they do not really read The Daily Dose and thus should not be counted as part of my readership, and yes, I know, I have mentioned this fact before; I’ll just warn you now, I am known to be obsessional, so I will probably say it again and again- my purpose in writing is uncertain. Today, I find my way word by word, which makes it appear to be a linear process. While the linear does play a role in how the words are laid down, how they line up, how you read and evaluate them, writing, my writing, seldom is straightforward.

Today, I want to share with y’all just how much I love words and their all kissing cousins- sentences, paragraphs, essays, stories, plays, songs, poems, novels, novellas, scripts, dialogues, monologues, banter, quips, jokes, puns, riddles, limericks, bawdry, schpiels, rants, sermons, speeches, etc and so forth. I love “take no prisoners” words; precision words that would shoot the cliche I just used on sight as they shear themselves of any padding to get to the point. I love overblown floozies that flop all over the page, spreading their legs wanton, crass invitation. I love serious, bookish, quiet words. I love silly, loud, common words. I love words that lay down an argument; that build a case letter by letter. I love words that sink their claws into the body of an idea, rending its flesh, snapping its spine, breaking its bones, so we can suck out the marrow. Despite the writers’ adage “show don’t tell,” I’ll gladly listen when words tell me something, though I also like it when they show me a good time.

I love spoken words. I love written words. I love the subtle and shifting differences between the spoken and the written. I love the ways that repetition and fillers amplify spoken words in interesting, necessary ways. I love the way that those same devices must be used sparingly when writing words, unless deliberately trying to mimic speech. My attempts at writing Southern Hyperbole (a specific rhetorical style that should, as far as I am concerned, have its own Wikipedia entry ) plays with the ornate, dramatic, tangential, digressive patterns of Southern speech, but it is not quite the same when written instead of spoken. There are differences. I love those differences.

I love the words unsaid, the ones on the tip of my tongue, the ones held in cheek in check. I love words stuttering and stumbling, unable to explain, inadequate to express. I love babbling words, never stopping streams that overflow every available channel, breaking dams, subverting lexaducts designed and dug to move all those water like words in an efficient and effortless streamline of meaning. I like trash heaps of words, junkyards of broken down scraps and parts and potentials. I love the wrong words at the wrong time. I love muddy words that track dirt all over a page, staining and constraining that page’s bright white possibilities.

You may wonder what the hell all this lexaphillia has to do with my mission to save the whole wide world and little old you. All these words about words are an extravagance; a kind of hedonism that in my role as your spiritual advisor I heartily recommend to you. Some religions advise moderation, suggest that you walk the middle path. I find I only walk the middle path on my way between one extreme or the other. I aim for it, but I always overshoot, and so my sojourns in the middle never last long because my momentum always carrying me past it. So I embrace my extremes, my extravagances- at least the ones that cause little harm to others. Lavishly, foolishly, earnestly, over-the-top-ly loving words is not a walk down the middle path, though it can be spiritual (though let me assure my faithful atheist followers that it doesn’t have to be).

Today, I wear my heart on my sleeve as an offering. My love of words pushes me to the edge of words, asks me to sacrifice no small amount of words as I attempt to find the words for my love of words. And because I can find no other satisfying way to summarize the ragtag bunch of words, I’ll let these last words have the last word.

{ 26 } Comments

  1. Rings | August 2, 2009 at 5:01 pm | Permalink

    It’s interesting to find how challenging the content side is for some

    (This has been edited to take out the email and url information. I like the surreal feeling of this comment in relation to This Daily Dose. BB)

  2. Floost | August 3, 2009 at 1:22 am | Permalink

    Hmm… I read blogs on a similar topic, but i never visited your blog. I added it to favorites and i’ll be your constant reader.

    (This has been edited to take out the spam information. I like the idea of the constant reader. Perhaps someone will design a bot to read my few Daily Doses over and over and over again. BB).

  3. babafisa | August 3, 2009 at 8:43 am | Permalink

    Great article . Will definitely apply it to my blog

    (This has been edited to take out most of the spambot information. In my utopian future, spambots would apply my Daily Doses to their activities, which would mean I would get no comments at all, but I think I can live with that. BB).

  4. ultra surf | August 3, 2009 at 6:21 pm | Permalink

    Thanks.what a lengthy and in depth article but full of useful information

    (Spambot information has been edited out. Sort of appropriate that the spambot marvels at the length of the Daily Dose called Words overflowing the lexaducts. “Oh, what words you have. The better to save you with my dear.” BB)

  5. Floost | August 6, 2009 at 3:53 pm | Permalink

    Valuable thoughts and advices. I read your topic with great interest.

    (Oh, the spambots keep flattering me. It might go to my head. BB).

  6. npoet.ru | August 9, 2009 at 3:51 am | Permalink

    good points covered james.adrian

  7. admin | August 9, 2009 at 8:38 am | Permalink

    Since most posts from Russia are by spambots, I edited out the email and website information. If you ain’t a spambot, my apologies.

  8. Bunker | August 10, 2009 at 4:12 am | Permalink

    Interesting and informative. But will you write about this one more?

    (Bishop Bishop edit: This was without a doubt a spambot, but they love me so).

  9. Cornelius | August 12, 2009 at 12:34 am | Permalink

    Valuable thoughts and advices. I read your topic with great interest.

    (BB edit: More love from the spambots).

  10. Bunker | August 18, 2009 at 1:23 pm | Permalink

    Valuable thoughts and advices. I read your topic with great interest.

    (BB Edit: Ah, Bunker the spambot reads my posts with great interest. Of course its interest is trying to leave a web address for dumb gifts, but perhaps we shouldn’t quibble).

  11. Peter | August 20, 2009 at 8:43 am | Permalink

    I liked it. So much useful material. I read with great interest.

    (BB edit: Peter the spambot read this Daily Dose with great interest. I can feel as if I really am reaching out to the whole wide world and little old you when I get French language websites for Viagra links).

  12. John | August 24, 2009 at 1:18 pm | Permalink

    I really like your blog and i respect your work. I’ll be a frequent visitor.

    (BB edit: More love from the Viagra Spambots).

  13. some damn spambot | August 31, 2009 at 5:05 pm | Permalink

    weblogs costing infractions somewhat facilities salans answering

    [[BB edit: I think this might possibly be close to a poem.]]

  14. Sorry spambot I am not going to let you put your links on my blog even if you beg nicely | September 3, 2009 at 8:53 am | Permalink

    obsessive

    [BB edit; Are spambots obsessive?]

  15. Spambot poetry | September 6, 2009 at 5:21 am | Permalink

    An old woman holding hands with a baby boy

  16. Spambot pathos | September 6, 2009 at 5:22 am | Permalink

    give her space…she is still grieving…. just support her, it takes time….

  17. Used car salesbot | September 11, 2009 at 6:00 pm | Permalink

    ohh…nice post but really?/? 😛

    BB edit: My first spambot emoticon.

  18. a spambot trying to sell cars | September 12, 2009 at 11:40 pm | Permalink

    You are a very smart person! 🙂

    BB edit: Why thank you so very, very much. It just warms the cockles of my parts to have a spambot tell me I’m a very smart person.

  19. spambot ramblings | September 23, 2009 at 5:46 am | Permalink

    instance quests, conundrums lies with the people …. and published in different places …. Does anyone like and how …. You can place a counter that he believed the number of downloads of the stick for viewing ….? and generally any file ….. pliz ….

  20. A question from a spambot | September 25, 2009 at 2:51 pm | Permalink

    Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard?

  21. more absurdism from a spambot | September 26, 2009 at 10:14 am | Permalink

    I did this years ago in a class as well. Though Apple is expensive, its stocks rise quickly.

  22. A spambot meditation on violence | September 28, 2009 at 8:39 am | Permalink

    bullet-proof vest exist because they protect your vital organs, and although it would suck hardcore to get shot in the crotch, you have a much better chance of surviving than if you were shot in the heart. although it is a friggin good idea.

  23. Peter | September 29, 2009 at 10:45 am | Permalink

    I really like your blog and i respect your work. I’ll be a frequent visitor.

    BB edit: Could it be a real human being? Or is it a spambot? The world may never know.

  24. Spambot flattery | October 13, 2009 at 10:58 am | Permalink

    I liked it. So much useful material. I read with great interest.

    BB edit: Flattery will get you everywhere.

  25. rolouncoory | October 13, 2009 at 1:09 pm | Permalink

    I usually don’t post in Blogs but your blog forced me to, amazing work.. beautiful …

    BB edit: Ah, I want this to be a real comment from a real person, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it is just more spambot flattery.

  26. Spambot flattery | October 17, 2009 at 12:32 pm | Permalink

    Are you a professional journalist? You write very well.

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