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my inner landscape is perpetually marked by these explosions of sorrow, made all the worse by the lack of a listening ear, a warm open heart or an outstrerched hand. I have constructed a map but it's incomplete,by its nature; so even now,I might stumble into an old hole or a new one,created by reverberations underground; the noise like distant music, a constant drumbeat. We do not dance I might call it the Liturgy of Loss, a dance to the music of rhyme; Patterns abd shapes hold the feelings and express them.The shape of these forms is a container for the grief. In this way,I indicate that life will go on;I hear the healing music and sing to its melodies like a mermaid on the edge of the sea in winter when the water is cold and green like his eyes, and the rocks are hard like large fists. Nature can be a s ymbol for such emotion we cannot walk without a tear in ech eye and a softening of our hearts as tenderly we touch the world and are touched in turn by each other. Stretch out your hand to meet mine. We can hold each other better than each can hold theirself. Like in sex, the meaning is not the climax but the giving and being given; receiving and being received. The sacredness of the erotic needs no explanation to a gardener or a fisherman but may need it for the information saturated,postmodern who dwell in the fascist virtual reality we call life on earth today
A wonderful word is oleaginous
It scarce rhymes with the old word magnaminous.
We say oily instead
To show we’re ill-bred.
Yet endure so much folly from the cadge in us.
Oleaginous is a very long word
Not one I have frequently heard.
We temper our choice,
When we use our own voice,
To avoid giving pain when it’s shared.
Should men being allowed to offend
By cursing in email they send?
They hate criticism
So prefer witticism.
But to swearing the apes can descend.
1) resembling or having the properties of oil
2) marked by an offensively ingratiating manner or quality
Oleaginous spiked on March 8th, after the word was used by New York Times columnist David Brooks, in reference to Senator Ted Cruz:
His rhetorical style will come across to young and independent voters as smarmy and oleaginous.
‘Oleaginous’ means “resembling or having the properties of oil.” It’s sometimes used to describe people who are a little too slick.
Brooks is not the only writer who has seen fit to employ this adjective when describing the senator from Texas; a fair number of other pundits have decided that Cruz merits this less-than-flatteringdescriptor.
Something about his affect — oleaginous, self-pleased, mega-churchish — sets my teeth aching.
—Michael Brendan Doughtery, The Week, 24 March 2015Striking a pose that lands somewhere between the oleaginousness of a Joel Osteen and the self-assuredness of a midwestern vacuum-cleaner salesman, Cruz delivers his speeches as might a mass-market motivational speaker in an Atlantic City Convention Center.
—Charles Cooke, The National Review, 23 March 2015Cruz has a Joe McCarthy-esque oleaginous disingenuousness (I’ve been waiting to write that for a while); won’t his charms wear off soon?
—Carter Eskew, The Washington Post, 18 February 2016
Oleaginous came to the English language in the 15th century from Latin via the Middle French. For several hundred years the word simply had such meanings as “resembling or having the properties of oil” and “containing or producing oil.” In the early 19th century it began to be used in a figurative sense, to refer to people or things that were perhaps a little too slick.
To be fair to Cruz, he is hardly the first person to see himself described repeatedly as oleaginous. And given that our politicians are often viewed as having excessively ingratiating manners, it is not surprising at all that our records show thatoleaginous was often used to describe another aspirant to, and holder of, the nation’s highest elected office: William Jefferson Clinton (and sometimes Hillary Clinton as well).
And he watched as they were stymied by cautious moderates in the U.S. Senate (Bob Dole, proprietor) and an oleaginous President Clinton.
—Dick Williams, The Atlanta Journal, 2 March 1996One of the most impressive, not to say disgusting, aspects of the last few days’ television has been the oleaginous aplomb with which President Clinton has presented his penitent soul to the world.
—Paul Hoggart, The Times [London, England], 14 September 1998
How my heart sings 