Re: In Defence of Whites.
- Actually, (I happened to be in the Centre office that day) it took our
beloved wordsmith about 20 minutes in the bright of day - about four
birthday cake candles worth of quill-time I think... As they say in
Ireland - Good Craic!
--- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, one_prachar
> Bravo Jogyata!
> Your poem could only be written by one who has exhausted numberless
> candles in the pit of night poring over the intricacies of the written
> style, who is steeped in literary lore and has drained the cup of
> grammatical correctitude. Only the true Master can make thus light
> and merrilie of his mastery!
> It would seem you are due an overseas vacation...
> from Prachar
> --- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, jogyata
> <no_reply@y...> wrote:
> > Dear Dharmaja,
> > I have to spring to Nayana's defence here ï¿½ in my knightly whites of
> > course ï¿½ and point out that the word she used was `humerous', not
> > `humerus' as you supposed, and not `humorous' as one might have
> > supposed she intended. Our language is constantly evolving and is not
> > static, fossilized, and I would like to congratulate Nayana on
> > inventing a lovely new word to add to our rich literary heritage. May
> > I humbly propose that `humerous' henceforth means: `of or pertaining
> > to mirthful humour that titillates the humerus ie arm bone somewhere.'
> > Congrats Nayana, you have further enriched the English language. A
> > `Nayanism' could also henceforth be ` a newly coined phrase, word,
> > addendum that captures a subtle variation of an existing similar
> > word'. A double victory! Let the champagn flow! (not `champagne',
> > which is a forbidden, intoxicating, delicious fermented beverage off
> > limits to everyone expect centre leaders). I feel a small celebratory
> > poem is called for:
> > On occasuns that are numerus
> > - it's really rather humerous ï¿½
> > We get quite lost in sillines
> > And literary dilliness
> > And ponder on apostrofies
> > And quibble on apostasies
> > Of grammar and syntacticals
> > And colons, get fanatical.
> > The object's to communikate
> > Not nitpick, mutter, obfuscate
> > And if I choose to spel `you' yu
> > And `cat' as kat or `queue' as cue
> > Or something else that may seem mocking
> > Or ignorant and deeply shocking
> > Then let's not live life fecklesslie
> > Let's live a little recklessly
> > And step outside the stifling box
> > Of `can' and `can't', I say a pox
> > On those who always bend their knee
> > To grammar, long live Heresie
> > And I say (tho' it may seem treasun)
> > Let's have some fun, abandun reasun
> > Run rampint thru decorum's `ought'
> > And `should' and `must', let's not be corght
> > By stodgie rools and regulations
> > Hurrah for de-sanc-tif-if-ication
> > And if this seems ikonoclastic
> > Or verging on the plain bombastik
> > Then dot your `i's and cross your `t's
> > And go your way and others pleeze
> > But me I luv mixed metafors
> > And always feel the better for
> > My gaucheries and malaprops
> > Ineptitudes and missed full stops
> > I'll choose another road.
> > And when I'm far too old for scrabble
> > Inventing great new words like `zabble'
> > I'll still get joy mispelling names
> > And you can tut-tut, point and blame.
> > The fire that warms arthritik legs
> > Is kindled by the dictionary
> > Thesauruses will feed the flames
> > While I rejoice in Pictionary.
> > Jogyata