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The Day the Words Returned

I was driving back from dropping Julia at work this morning when I found myself composing poetry in my head. This is the first time for months that this has happened. Probably six months. In that time I have been ill, depressed, short of inspiration etc. That’s proof – at school they always used to say etcetera meant you had run out of ideas.

My WP spellchecker does not like etcetera, so I checked et cetera. It doesn’t like that either, although both forms are considered correct by other authorities. It’s OK with etc though, with or without the full stop. This confirms my thoughts about spellcheckers and the people who develop them.  This isn’t another discussion of American spelling, more a comment on the assumptions made by the purveyors of computer software. Why is it assumed that I would want to take the language of Shakespeare and the King James Bible and consign it to the waste paper bin of history, in favour of a language which has no concept of the existence of a full length word for etc and thinks that favour is a mis-spelling?

My Orange Parker Pen

Did you find that last sentence understandable. I recall that sentences of up to 20 words are considered best. At 30 or 35 you get to a length where people have difficulty grasping it. That one has just run on to 55 words. I counted them after i found I couldn’t see an easy way of trimming it.

You are a poor sample to ask, as you are all clearly of above average intelligence (and above average in many other areas too), but I was curious to see if I got away with it and produced a readable 55 word sentence. That one is only 43 words long. Until I started looking I always thought I wrote short sentences. I’m clearly going to have to start looking at my readability indexes again.

And so, in a short opening paragraph, I tell you the poetry has returned, and in the rest of it, I ramble on. Sorry about that. However, I can’t stay chatting, I have poetry to write, and probably a second blog post to compose.

Orange Parker Pen

Revival

It’s been a strange few days. After months of not bothering with poetry (I even have unopened poetry magazines, so deep has been my indifference to it – even ones with me in them, which is usually guaranteed to make me open them) I became slightly more interested.

This may have been due to the editing I did for the three lots of three poems I submitted for the end of July, though it wouldn’t account for all of it. It may also have been due to finally feeling that I’d turned the corner with my urological problems. It could even have been due to things I have seen in the Olympics (though that is the subject of another post).

Anyway, whatever happened I now have notes made for three new pieces (the first in months, as the submissions are edits of poems that were all started at least six months ago). Two of them relate to my visit to hospital ten months ago and several of them were started before then.

My first act after posting this will be to make a cup of tea. I haven’t had one for two hours and part of my Olympic learning is that hydration is important. I may then take some performance enhancing drugs, as they seem to be all the rage these days and there are so many great excuses that many people get off. My drug of choice is marmalade. Generally you can get away with it as long as you wipe your fingers afterwards.

After I will cogitate on the tactful way many TV commentators avoid talking about drug cheats and start work.

A Creaking gate Hangs the Longest . . .