The Unswung Bat

Friday, October 12, 2007
 
An adjective est mort

And you can have my overblown tragic pronouncements when you pry them from my cold, dead hands.

I like to use up all my adjectives for a day at once, so I can coast by on clever nouns, gentle pronouns, verbs, and truculent adverbs. Statements simply made ease the strain of communication. Poetry is a consolation of restriction...or in restriction...or just a restriction. I argued the point to a stump today. Is "today" adverbial?

The point is...the stump is...

That is to say...

What I'm getting at is...

...

Well, at least I'm not dead yet.



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