Ned Stark, Seeley, Nicole discussed on The Slowdown

The Slowdown


I have a love of those small words we take for granted every day. I once wanted to call a whole book with. Wi, TH, just with. But then when I said the word over and over, it lost its meaning, and I couldn't even remember how to spell it. With. With. With, even if I do it right now, I might lose the threat of this episode and the threat of language altogether. Once, too, I wanted to call a book as if, which might be a good title, but again, once I set it out loud, I could only see it as a part of language and not language itself. Still, you see what I mean about loving these little parts of language that gets sucked up and swallowed by the bully nouns and those hardworking verbs and all those abundant adjectives and adverbs decorating our walls. But all words are a wonder, aren't they? Even the word but I love how it turns a sentence or a line into something entirely different. We are on the road in the car together, and then someone says, but, and there we go, veering off in a whole new direction. My husband has an ex-girlfriend who said, you know, I don't think you can say, I love you, but. And I'm grateful to that ex-girlfriend. As Ned Stark once said, everything before, but is a lie. And then there is my favorite conjunction in all of the English language. And if I could start every sentence with and I would. In improv acting class, there's the rule of yes and which means you're always adding to the scene that's in progress always forwarding the momentum. Yes, and is also about not saying no. Yes, I was in an improv group in college, and we were called the 5 30 fish sticks, and I was the only girl, and we went on stage at the drama school at 1130 p.m. on Saturday nights. But I digress. Back to and. And is a word that I'm fond of for more reasons than just its engine of continuation. Yes, and is so much better than, yes, but, for example, I love its abundance, and is generous. It's ongoing. I'd like eggs and we'd like pancakes for the table. Pancakes for the table is a game changer, by the way. Something I think we can all learn to appreciate, come brunch time. And today's poem is about the word and. And not how it works in a sentence, but how it functions inside words themselves. If you listen carefully, you can hear the word throughout the larger words. I love how this poem celebrates the word. And the music of language. And, by Nicole, Seeley. Withstand, pandemonium, and scandalous, nightstands, commanding candlelight. And quicksand, and zinfandel, clandestine, landmines, candy, handfuls, and contraband, and handmade. Commandments, and merchandise. Second hand husbands, philandering and landless, and vandal, bandwagons, slandered and branded, handwritten reprimands. And meander. On an island, landscaped with chandeliers, abandon, handcuffs, standstills, and backhands, notwithstanding thousands of oleanders and dandelions handpicked, and sandalwood, and mandrake, and random demands the bystander wanders. It Wonderland..

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