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[title] => The Word War
[time] => 2009-01-11 11:33:33
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[bodytext] => There is a war here; a war among the Words where Meaning itself is often wounded or murdered, taken from the Dictionary Battlefield and buried in Arcane Cemetary, or kept alive twisted to opposite intents or degraded, or marginalized or worse sanitized by the French. There is a War going on at all times- the War of the Words. Bad is bad one day and Traitorized becomes Good the next day; where Word Soldiers don't know who is who what things mean or who is on what side. Then the French- always the French- arrive with cleansing sticks to pummel Words and Meaning to Haut Regarde! Quivering, especially the Nouns comply and line up all the Foreign Words march them to the border ejecting them. Webster's International empanels the Word Police who decide what Words are Real and which ones will be released or serve time in Archaic Jail. So many Baby Words seeking to get born are exposed to the elements unless they are vouched for by the Select Ones who can rescue them by uttering: 'You child once appeared in the Mouth of the Learned.' Brigades and Battalions march each day each time, each year, such that Language itself can become Confounded and Previous Speakers cannot understand Current Ones. Parents vowel and separate from their own children whose Words are foreign ones Parents have never heard. No mercy in this war: non-speakers not with the lastest Word are consigned to Oblivion where all their utterances over time make no sense uncomprehended by those who have donned new shiny Word Suits and carry batons. . Left behind the Discarded Ones all march to Shakespeare's Grave to complain; whose haunting voice intones 'Nothing Can Be Done' now leave me alone.' [comments] => 4 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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