Word

Words are like prodigies. They may want to stay inside where it is safe and warm but they'll never live if they never play outside...and find themselves lost in the cold.

“Be careful what you say—you may have to eat your words.”

I don’t think so much about eating my words as about wearing them. When someone sees me, the words come back to haunt like a miasma around me. No matter how colourful my dress, bad words turn everything grey and muddy brown.

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There it was, word for word,
The poem that took the place of a mountain.


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 – Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
 – The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain [1952], st. I

'Right again, quite right,' said Mr Swiveller, 'caution is the word, and caution is the act.'

»Therefore« is a word the poet must not know.

(Andre Gide)

In the beginning was the word, and the word was 32 bits.

We had words. Each and every evening.

Sometimes, when he stopped for beer after work, we had dishes and pots and food, too.

Isn't it weird that words work as well as they do? Think about it.

mortar my words
with particles
prepositions
adverbs
and conjunctions

There is a purity in words that cannot be sullied by their use.

Have you ever noticed that the only difference between »word« and »weird« are the vowels?

The best way to discover new words is by reading a book.

The word is powerless yet powerful. The word can be a mere 8 bits, or the flame that burns a city to the ground. Words sting, caress, re-assure, and destruct.

We become wordsmiths innately, learning language before we learn to walk or talk. And still, we continue our development, our love affair with words, until the day we die.

The word on my mind right now is >>weekend<<. It's only a few hours away!

I can't wait to get away from this office!!