Every woman is a poet when she is in love.
Plato said that. But I translated it if you knowatimean.
Wittgenstein said that. But I paraphrased it because this is no time for exactitude.
It is time for wordplay. I am thinking of tongue-twisters, limericks, haiku, acrostics, palindromes, alliterations and old favorite lines. Whatever words stick in the head.
At times I have kept lists of the words I love best, and as of today I am beginning again. I don't even know, what words do I love now…:
antediluvian, blithely, concord, daft
Hated words is more difficult, but for sure:
blowhard, dumpy, moist, secrete
The list will need to be organic to my life. It's more a know 'em when you see 'em kind of thing, for me. But it's good to start with a seed list.
What are the words you love or despise?
Later this week: acrostics, the six-word autobiography, I don't know what else.
Yoga not serious. Poetry serious.
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