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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
What would Jesus the Clown do? (WWJTCD)
Jesus the Clown
These are trying times, these are tiring times. These are the times that try men's souls, and the time to change men's tires. These are unctuous times.
At times like these there is no greater hope, no greater voice, no greater emulator of sad sAtisfaction than our very own Jesus the Clown: President of War. A frightful thought now that one thinks of it.
Granted, I am no Lee. I have no ear of JTC, nor any pull. But if'n you were to have a quextion whose answer has undeniable universal appeal, I will see if I can get Red Roverer, his make-up artist, to construct a reasonable simulacrum.
OFFER DOES NOT INCLUDE POSTAGE, BATTERIES, OR HANDLING FEES. IF YOU EXPERIENCE A LIGHTNESS OF WALLET OR DIFFICULTY URINATING, IT MIGHT BE BECAUSE YOU HAD SEX WITH A SLATTERN AND A STRUMPET, AND YOU WILL PROBABLY HAVE TO HAVE THE OFFENDING ORGAN REMOVED. DO NOT TAKE JESUS THE CLOWN WITH A GRAIN OF SALT AS IT MAY INDUCE EXISTENTIAL VOMITING OR A SARTRIAN STRABISMUS. USE ONLY AS DIRECTED.
Fun with words: Glossary of Linguistics and Rhetoric
Hey kids! Loopy about linguistics? Ready for some rhetoric?
Here goes a page with many fun greek terms for oblique ways to tweak what you speak...and make knees weak with wonder.
Here is a sample of what you will learn:
adnoun
the use of an adjective as a noun. Blessed are the merciful. See also: adnominal.
anadiplosis
rhetorical repetition of one or more words, particularly a word at the end of a clause. "Men in great place are thrice servants: servants of the sovereign or state; servants of fame; and servants of business." -- Francis Bacon. See also: anaphora, epistrophe, symploce.
anastrophe
transposition or inversion of normal word order; a type of hyperbaton. "Once upon a midnight dreary..." -- Edgar Allan Poe. "The helmsman steered; the ship moved on; yet never a breeze up blew." -- Samuel Taylor Coleridge. See also: hyperbaton, synchysis.
antanaclasis
repetition of a word whose meaning changes in the second instance. "Your argument is sound...all sound." -- Benjamin Franklin.
apophasis
mentioning something by declaring that it shall not be mentioned. Same as "paralepsis" and "preterition." "I need not remind you to get your Christmas shopping done early." See also: autoclesis, parasiopesis.
aposiopesis
a halting or trailing off of speech caused by the speaker seemingly overcome by an emotion such as excitement, fear, or modesty; a form of brachylogy. "When your father finds out...." See also: brachylogy.
asyndeton
lack of conjuctions between coordinate words, phrases, or clauses; a form of brachylogy. "But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground." -- Abraham Lincoln. See also: brachylogy, polysyndeton.
...and those are just some of the A-list.
Here are some I put to use. Can you guess which rhetorical device was used?
- ...like mind from a thought did spring.
- ...til night doth shut our eye.
- Immortal lips from words did spring.
- Let me die, and pierce the blade across my chin.
- Let me live, and ward off sad silence once more.
- I will say nothing of his virtue, though I find him to be courageous of spirit, untiring of conscience and a friend and brother eternal.
- When the victory? When the Peace?
- Thought makes the man; thought is the quintessence of what motivates man.
- Still he chased ambition -- ambition, that trickledown juicecarrot (Judas Carrot) which dangles in perpetuity, yet jangles in but the pocks of few.
- Arrogance took no swipe at Belvedere; and he fed no coin into arrogance.
- Happy is he who calls God love and Love God.
- Raising Hell and my children.
- She charged my senses and my dinner.
- His wisdom will the nation's food.
All entries will be accepted until the ughten on the fortnight of yesternoon.
Here goes a page with many fun greek terms for oblique ways to tweak what you speak...and make knees weak with wonder.
Here is a sample of what you will learn:
adnoun
the use of an adjective as a noun. Blessed are the merciful. See also: adnominal.
anadiplosis
rhetorical repetition of one or more words, particularly a word at the end of a clause. "Men in great place are thrice servants: servants of the sovereign or state; servants of fame; and servants of business." -- Francis Bacon. See also: anaphora, epistrophe, symploce.
anastrophe
transposition or inversion of normal word order; a type of hyperbaton. "Once upon a midnight dreary..." -- Edgar Allan Poe. "The helmsman steered; the ship moved on; yet never a breeze up blew." -- Samuel Taylor Coleridge. See also: hyperbaton, synchysis.
antanaclasis
repetition of a word whose meaning changes in the second instance. "Your argument is sound...all sound." -- Benjamin Franklin.
apophasis
mentioning something by declaring that it shall not be mentioned. Same as "paralepsis" and "preterition." "I need not remind you to get your Christmas shopping done early." See also: autoclesis, parasiopesis.
aposiopesis
a halting or trailing off of speech caused by the speaker seemingly overcome by an emotion such as excitement, fear, or modesty; a form of brachylogy. "When your father finds out...." See also: brachylogy.
asyndeton
lack of conjuctions between coordinate words, phrases, or clauses; a form of brachylogy. "But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground." -- Abraham Lincoln. See also: brachylogy, polysyndeton.
...and those are just some of the A-list.
Here are some I put to use. Can you guess which rhetorical device was used?
- ...like mind from a thought did spring.
- ...til night doth shut our eye.
- Immortal lips from words did spring.
- Let me die, and pierce the blade across my chin.
- Let me live, and ward off sad silence once more.
- I will say nothing of his virtue, though I find him to be courageous of spirit, untiring of conscience and a friend and brother eternal.
- When the victory? When the Peace?
- Thought makes the man; thought is the quintessence of what motivates man.
- Still he chased ambition -- ambition, that trickledown juicecarrot (Judas Carrot) which dangles in perpetuity, yet jangles in but the pocks of few.
- Arrogance took no swipe at Belvedere; and he fed no coin into arrogance.
- Happy is he who calls God love and Love God.
- Raising Hell and my children.
- She charged my senses and my dinner.
- His wisdom will the nation's food.
All entries will be accepted until the ughten on the fortnight of yesternoon.
Cats of Peace
Notes on "Darconville's Cat"
protoglottalogical theory that words initially began as shouts
beauty palliates evil
imperscrutible winds of autumn
nomadic gulsar
lugubrious frontispiece
obligate room
spare as the skite of a recluse
archonic wardens of Heaven
blinking anablept
desperviews
sapphonically whisper
strained against their cinctures
sententious ballachers
praeternatural somnolence
astropoetic light
soft as nainsook
intervenient with
the slippered voluptions of his prose
pteriopes wrapped in procinian cloaks
electuaries
projecticians
slonk
a nulliverse of stifling monotony
cattle, skewbald, roan and dappled
rantipole heroes
acromegalic jaw
unijugate ears
chawbacons
klonvocated
klankraft
pantomancing
hypocause of fate
horror dorsifixed him
maidens blushworthily abud
obliviscible
Anti-Peace Rally Draws Over a Hundred Numbskulls
Anti-War & Anti-Peace. Looking Left, Looking Right.
While over a hundred thousand anti-war protestors descended on Washington, DC this weekend, a little over a hundred of the anti-peace clueless also showed up...apparently unaware that there already was no peace in Iraq. Doh!
Blessed are the peacemakers. Cursed are the warmakers...
Songs for Katrina: Sting
Moon Over Bourbon Street
-Sting
There’s a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I’ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon
And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I’ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
She walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
She’s innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
-Sting
There’s a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I’ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon
And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I’ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
She walks everyday through the streets of new orleans
She’s innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there’s a moon over bourbon street
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