Author: Katherine
Poetry writer and author
God ate that apple
We learned a hymn in our old chapel
I fancied then God ate that apple
I thought he sometimes sits and cries.
When he hears about our sins and lies.
We went to church and we all sang.
The organ played and the big bells rang.
But we never heard the answer then
till a strange loud voice called out,”Ah! Men!”
I’m not sure if hymns were sung
Yet, what but joy can they each bring?
The psalms will comfort us at night.
And in the dawn we see the Light.
Till we rise up and our songs float out.
The cats miaow as they run about.
The dogs join in to bark and growl.
And from the sky we hear God howl
I fancied then God ate that apple
I thought he sometimes sits and cries.
When he hears about our sins and lies.
We went to church and we all sang.
The organ played and the big bells rang.
But we never heard the answer then
till a strange loud voice called out,”Ah! Men!”
I’m not sure if hymns were sung
Yet, what but joy can they each bring?
The psalms will comfort us at night.
And in the dawn we see the Light.
Till we rise up and our songs float out.
The cats miaow as they run about.
The dogs join in to bark and growl.
And from the sky we hear God howl
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So did we all
Unmarried men with no shirts.
I have told my husband to stand on his own head in future.Is this wise?
No,get him to stand on his own feet. Upright posture is usual on the UK
He has stood on my nail
Buy a few more.
He has stood me up.
That’s the way he likes it?
Now he rests on his laurels daily.
Go out and buy a bay tree.
He stood on my thumb.
Don’t keep leaving it on the floor.
He stood on my hat.
Oh,for heavens sake,buy some armchairs.
He lies on the sofa.
Will he tell the truth on the table?
I used to teach truth tables.
Now teach humans about truth.
I can’t stand logic.
Come on,be reasonable.
I can’t lie in bed any more.
Why would you lie in bed? Is it easier than when vertical?
Even the cat walks all over me.
Fasten loofahs to his feet.
I can’t stand up for myself
Stand up for those who love you.
Those what who love me?
Ducks.As the Lord loves them.
I can’t sleep for laughing.
Don’t get hysteria.
I can’t walk all over anyone now.
Just walk on the top side of them.
I can’t keep a man.
Let him keep you.
I believe in love.
So did we all.
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To bogart from MW
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I have never heard a person in the UK say this word
I have never heard a person in the UK say this wordWord of the Day : January 6, 2016
bogart
verb BOH-gahrt
Definition
1 : bully, intimidate
2 : to use or consume without sharing
Examples
Three of the older girls bogarted the ice cream, ignoring the other girls’ pleas for them to share.
“Cornwell disputes the group’s claim for April 19 and says it and other groups are bogarting the park by reserving Saturdays in the spring to prevent other festivals in Candler Park other than their own.” — Carla Caldwell, The Atlanta Business Chronicle, 15 Nov. 2015
Did You Know?
The legendary film actor Humphrey Bogart was known for playing a range of tough characters in a series of films throughout the 1940s and 1950s, including The Maltese Falcon,Casablanca, The African Queen, and The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. The men he portrayed often possessed a cool, hardened exterior that occasionally let forth a suggestion of romantic or idealistic sentimentality. Bogart also had a unique method of smoking cigarettes in these pictures—letting the butt dangle from his mouth without removing it until it was almost entirely consumed. Some believe that this habit inspired the current meaning of bogart, which was once limited to the phrase “Don’t bogart that joint [marijuana cigarette],” as popularized by a song on the soundtrack to the film Easy Rider, among other things. Today bogart can be applied to hogging almost anything.
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No,it’s not that I don’t love you
It’s not that I don’t love you,
only that I don’t want you to become part
of my mind’s furniture
that I sometimes stumble across unknowingly in the dark.
It’s not that I don’t hate you
only that I don’t want you to become fixed
as my resident devil
who’s reponsible for all the badness in me .
It’s not that I want to become indifferent to you,
only that I want always to see you afresh
when my eyes greet yours
and not ignore you as you are often here.
It’s not even that I don’t care about you
only that I want to be unburdened
from the guilt of love
and to love freely when it’s the right time
or not at all.
It’s not that I cannot sing for you
But that I want to sing for others too
when I find my voice
and to sing my own song as the spirit moves in me,
or not at all.
It’s not that you are lacking in any way
only that I need to be alone some days
to digest all I’ve gathered
You know, I am never myself without you,
that’s all.
And it’s not as if we can’t be together
But we’ll be more fully together
when we live our own life
You know I’d never have sung my songs without you
No, never at all.
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Sodden England is wetter than ever
We used to have a climate so mild
we rarely had winds that were wild
But since Christmas last
No day has gone past
Without rain hjat would drown a small child.
We wonder why England’s so wet.
Are we like old Job so be set
Exams and ordeals
Which make all of us reel…
Are good and evil beset?
Scotland wants to break right away.
And they have not much rain these days.
Are we English at last
To be punished for our past?
Not even the Pope likes to say
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Why blog and is it wise?
I see that if you are new to blogging it is recommended that you think or write about why you are going to blog.I am interested in that but in my case I didn’t ever plan to have a blog.That may seem strange but I was ignorant of such things.
I wanted to type my poems in order to print them and being new to the internet and computing I didn’t know how to use Word or Google docs.I decided to use a blog but initially all my posts were private.One day I left my poem on public view by accident.Then someone put a comment on it.I was amazed.Then I decided to let others read them.So I came to it in a backwards way
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While I had that blog I met some very interesting and talented people.Unfortunately I also got a negative reaction from someone who complained I wrote more than one post per day and also she wanted to know more about me personally like what I did,how I felt etc not just to read my poems.As she had been ultra friendly prior to this,I was taken aback.I had no desire to describe my breakfast or the cat being sick nor my anxiety about the health of those near me.Not even what kind of oven I had was of sufficient interest to me for me to disclose it..After a while I left that blog platform.I tried various places.
I began taking photos and writing short stories and humorous pieces.Sometimes I wonder if I should have moved to a poetry website instead because that is my main interest.But when I had viral pneumonia and could not lie down for many weeks I found writing and reading what others wrote helped me.On the other hand it was a mistake to show I was on line far more.You can guess why.I am not paranoid but people do note these things for their use.
I have found some fascinating blogs and also been struck by how much people want to learn either to help their writing or just out of a natural desire.I believe you can keep learning all your life if you make some effort.I n my case it’s not an effort but writing prose seems to tire me.
One thing we have to realise is that we may get great pleasure out of writing a poem but that does not mean the poem is a good one objectively.We ideally have to imagine how it comes across to others.We can ask for criticism.I can tell when one poem is better than another and I notice those of mine I think good get more views.
Writing is like exercise.One needs to keep doing it just as we do if we wish to learn to draw or to cook.We should start with something simple and then move on as we get more practised.If I write every day I get more ideas.Not while I am here but when I am out for a walk.Often it is like the line of a song going through my head.If I had a guitar I’d probably write mainly songs not poems.
Until I began writing I didn’t realise I had a sense of humour.But also writing can bring up painful emotions.[See The Expert guide to poetry writing by Fiona Sampson]
So writing a blog can teach you a lot.But be wary.One site for posting poetry had adult content by default and when I asked them if that was a good idea, someone put a notice on a publlic forum saying I was a whore.Luckily I did not use my real name and I’d only just joined so not much of mine was there.I deleted it.
Remember you are not here just to satisfy other people’s desires and do not let flattery go to your head.And don’t give dishonest comments to win the friendship of others.If you “like ” everything then it becomes meaningless.
Another question you need too ask yourself is:Am I doing what I intended?And if not,Am I happy with what I am writing?I didn’t plan to put media on my blog but again by accident I bought a phone with a camera on it and so began photography.I also discovered digital art tools.I am happy to continue.But if I don’t spend enough time writing poetry because I have been seduced into reading lots of blogs or seduced into writing what gets more readers thus aiming more at what is popular then it is bad for me.Popularity alone is not a sensible way for writers.Unless you can write a best seller,give up your day job and then write what you feel tou are called to write.But who would have thought sado-masochism like 50 Shades of Grey would outsell everything?So some of us may never guess what will sell.Don’t spend your time on earth writing like that as I think it is worrying to make that type of book seem a good idea.Even though people want to read it.What’s wrong with fantasy?
I still don’t know enough about Codes and about layoaut of images.
The few lines below came into my head one day.I like them.
Apples
Random apples
fall silently
on unknown Newtons.
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Explanations
Keeping or making a home
I believe that some men and some women believe women are born knowing how to cook,wash and make beds.We may learn it so young it seems that way to us.However, in my case, my mother had to work so beyond teaching me how to make cakes and failing to get me used to a sewing machine I never really learned much about making a home.
Sometimes, though,thinking can help.In relation to washing up I have learned a good principle.
Don’t make things even harder to clean or deal with rhan they are already
I mean by this that if you have a roasting tin full of fat do not put it into the washing up bowl with some plates that merely need a rinse.You may have a dishwasher.I’d like two sinks but my home is quite small.
I believe too that this principle can be used in other aspects of home care.
If you like eating cream crackers and other crumbly food don’t eat them in the sitting room.And use a large plate.So you don’t make more work especially if you are not the one who does that.
Taking a leap into a more abstract realm,I believe this principle can be applied to life in general.We all have problems.Don’t make them worse by carelessness.Don’t let one problem combine with your other ones to add an extra layer of difficulty.And that includes the notion that it’s easier to stop something happening early on that it is to deal with all its repercussions. when it is neglected.As I know from my own horrible experiences.
Another thing I’ve learned is that very common one that things often look/seem much worse than they are.For years I feared and dreaded my husband’s funeral as I don’t like cremation..When it happened I enjoyed some of the rites and was able to accept the rest easily with aid from my sister and her family and my closest friends.
Today I was cleaning a room I’ve not used while alone.. the dining room.Once I decided to do it I found it interesting as I have more books there and found some I am looking forward to re-reading.I didn’t force myself to complete the whole job as it is the first day for a long time I have felt ok.But doing part of a job is good.
Again,in our life with others,we can have problems which feel hard or impossible.But if we wait and use our intuition we can seize the right moment if we are not too hasty.And maybe the other person will sense we are able to compromise or at least listen and all of a sudden we both reach out with some sympathy.
Nowadays I feel self control and discipline are not popular ideas.And they are not easy to enact either.I tried to speak to a friend several times on the phone and each time she was just welcoming a visitor or scrambling eggs etc.Then I felt tempted to get angry.But I refused to do anything to show this,One step that way can have a drastic effect on friendship.We can lose their trust.She may have problems or too much to do.So I restrained myself from being sharp or from talking to myself about how awful she was etc. Because it is just part of life.I am not a baby waiting to be fed [I hope].Friendship needs trust and care.And patience is crucial in life.
I did have a bad experience once when I asked someone to pray for my sick husband.I received a wounding response; however I felt so dreadful already that I didn’t feel much angst.
photo by Mike Flemming
I hope you can see some value in my sharing these few thoughts and I am sure we can think of other good ideas which both concretely and abstractly help our lives to be easier or more tolerable or even fun.
In the photo on the right you can see a broken lamp.My husband fell just before he died and he broke it.But I love it so I am keeping it and hope to get someone to put a new holder for a bulb into its narrow neck.Meanwhile I use this cheap little lamp to brighten the corner wile I have balanced the lampshade onto the broken lamp to make it look better
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The luscious trees
How sweet to sit among these luscious trees
Protected from the sun’s bright, powerful heat
To hear the distant humming of the bees
And for our loving eyes to swiftly meet.
In summertime I love to meditate
to count the breaths as I receive the world
To be united with all beings in this state
The flags of joy are light and soon unfurled
These summer days are long and filled with light
Though storms may come and fill the sky with rage
Small birds then gather for a sudden flight
As I write new sentences across the page.
Every season has its light and shade
For such states we humans are well made
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By freezing love itself
Blind sight scattered my wits
Like whitened bones
Across the deserts of my mind.
I descended into darkness.
Love shrank into the tame cat
By the fire,unacknowledged hate
Grew to fill the room.
I stared too much,
A full stop grew gigantic
Crowded out
All the words in the sentence
I saw nothing but this dot
Now a gigantic black hole
Into which I was dragged.
An energy coming from within my own head
Sucked me into the black hole.
That place was the wrong sort of darkness.
Within that full stop,
Love Fundamental became invisible,
Disappeared into the dark.
I dragged my eyes away
And saw the moon appear l
It shone,grey silver.
If I had opened my eyees wider
I would not now lament
What was destroyed in the wormhole
Of the black dot that drew my eye
Into a tunnel of darkness
It blinded me to light
Did not let me read the sentences
Beside the full stop.
An error of focus left hate
Unacknowledged,unmitigated unredeemed,
Kept from love or goodness
Afraid to spoil my love with hate,
The fear of hate became
That which spoiled all else else,
By freezing Love itself.
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Creation in process
My old blue fountain pen allows
The ink across the page to flow
Like wet paint from an artist’s brush,
And words come in a rush.
Enchanting through the hand which writes,
Bewitched with art, beauty alights.
The script is like a music score
Through which we pass as through a door.
Imagination’s home.
As ,mysteriously.to you, to me,
The spirits of our hearts are tamed,
By rhythms of pen,of brush,of mind.
They enter vision quite unplanned,
Like moths to flutter softly round
Fire joined heart and hand.
The pen slows down,the hand goes still
And just as dreams at daybreak will,
They shrink,they disappear,they’re gone,
I almost caught that one.
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In that silence
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In that silence, I heard sparrows chirping
In the still green hedge. I saw the lake and your reflection And my reflection.; and did the sparrows see as the sun shone slantside over the steeply falling bank? Dd they see this natural mirror? And my mind‘s mirror gave me new reflections in the reverie Of the dreaming evening, As I slid slowly down Into soft slumberr; Trusting the life within, Trusting you; Trusting myself; and in my reflections I see you too, smiling in welcome; smiling the beautiful smile,the true smile of love itself. The embrace of the dreaming world comforts and holds us as we breathe gently in the sweet air of love. |
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Moses was an Eruption
Moses was an Eruption I hear.So he had to be kept warm in a basket.
Then Foureyes daughter let him gloat down on the River Nile…till a bull rushed him
Then he turned into a shrew and found God.. or God found him
But God would not let him find Galilee so he found Emilee ,Loelee and Phoeebilee linstead.
He had many children such as Matthew,Hark,Look and Gone.They were all men and had more children with no wives.They didn’t have any women so who did Cain and Abel marry?Eve?
Is this what Freud never realized… men used to marry their mothers and later their daughters who were also their sisters,Crikey,what a blunder
Blimey what is this Bible?Libel?
As we were taught in school Daniel lived with a lion and a lamb.I’m unsure if they had children…. it might explain a lot if they did.
And finally Solomon was very wise.It was easier then when there was no judge or jury to stop him cutting a baby in two… well, he was just pretending.
I say,the Shrews were very shrewd and clever.Like who told Adam and Eve what to do beforeMasters and Johnson wrote that book.. the Human Textual despondency?
In any case Adam could not read.In fact they didn’t write either.And to think children here can write so young.Adam and Eve were a bit lacking but they have lots of family
Everybody on Earth… pity they are dead and can’t see us though God knows they’d be shocked if they saw our behaviour to our family
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Vivan Gornick reviews Hannan Arendt’s first 30 years of writing
http://bostonreview.net/vivian-gornick-hannah-arendt-on-being-jewish
I came across this because I am interested in Vivian Gornick’s writing but as it is about Hanna Arendt that makes it doubly interesting.I find it hard to comprehend the development of Israel and why some Jewish people are so against it.This clarifies it a little
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Definition of reciprocity
Merriam Webster dictionarynoun rec·i·proc·i·ty \ˌre-sə-ˈprä-s(ə-)tē\
Simple Definition of reciprocity
Popularity: Top 1% of lookups
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: a situation or relationship in which two people or groups agree to do something similar for each other, to allow each other to have the same rights, etc. : a reciprocal arrangement or relationshi
Full Definition of reciprocity
plural rec·i·proc·i·ties
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1: the quality or state of being reciprocal : mutual dependence, action, or influence
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2: a mutual exchange of privileges; specifically : a recognition by one of two countries or institutions of the validity of licenses or privileges granted by the other
Examples of reciprocity
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Grownups know that little things matter … and that relationships are based on respect and reciprocity. —Margaret Carlson, Time, 4 June 2001
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Introduced in the McKinley Tariff of 1890, reciprocity gave the president authority to remove items from the free list if their countries of origin placed unreasonable tariffs on American goods. —Mary Beth Norton et al., A People and a Nation, 1988
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Indeed when they talked on an indifferent subject, as now, there was ever a second silent conversation passing between their emotions, so perfect was the reciprocity between them. —Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure, 1895
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The proposal calls for reciprocity in trade relations.
Origin of reciprocity
(see 1reciprocal)
First Known Use: 1766
Rhymes withreciprocity
Learn More about reciprocity
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Spanish Central: Translation of “reciprocity”Nglish: Translation of “reciprocity” for Spanish speakersBritannica English: Translation of “reciprocity” for Arabic speakersBritannica.com: Encyclopedia article about “reciprocity”
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Indian phrases we should/could use
Grief
Cubicles
Cubicles are a modern invention;
Their space saving was the intention.
In A & E
They make me feel wee.
Though I suffer from fluid retention,
Then we have the wall-less interior
In house and in workplace superior.
Too noisy for me,
And too much to see.
I would never wish to really deterior.
Pardon me for inventing new words,
And for unkindly making them shared.,
As few folk can calculate
Or sensibly speculate
Which are real English words bared.
In some homes there’s no private space
So I sit in the bathroom for days.
I know it is small
But it has its own walls.
I pretend to be painting my face.
I wonder if I am female.
As an agent, that makes me quail.
I am partly a man
With a mind that can scan
Much faster than Jesus got bail.
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Humour before bedtime
Rabbi Altmann and his secretary were sitting in a coffeehouse in Berlin in 1935. “Herr Altmann,” said his secretary, “I notice you’re reading Der Stürmer! I can’t understand why. A Nazi libel sheet! Are you some kind of masochist, or, God forbid, a self-hating Jew?”
“On the contrary, Frau Epstein. When I used to read the Jewish papers, all I learned about were pogroms, riots in Palestine, and assimilation in America. But now that I read Der Stürmer, I see so much more: that the Jews control all the banks, that we dominate in the arts, and that we’re on the verge of taking over the entire world. You know – it makes me feel a whole lot better!”
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Grief
Handspun
American Life in Poetry: Column 563
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE
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The only passage of scripture that I know by heart is from Ecclesiastes: “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.” Here’s a poem about the work of just one pair of our hands, by Floyd Skloot, who lives in Oregon. His most recent book is Approaching Winter, from Louisiana State University Press. Handspun My wife sits in her swivel chair
ringed by skeins of multicolored yarn
that will become the summer sweater
she has imagined since September.
Her hand rests on the spinning wheel
and her foot pauses on the pedals
as she gazes out into the swollen river.
Light larking between wind and current
will be in this sweater. So will a shade
of red she saw when the sun went down.
When she is at her wheel, time moves
like the tune I almost recognize now
that she begins to hum it, a lulling
melody born from the draft of fiber,
clack of spindle and bobbin, soft
breath as the rhythm takes hold.
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DEPRESSION AND HOPE
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For some people, Christmas has been a miserable time, and there doesn’t seem much to look forward to in the new year.
If you’re one of those people, here’s the poet Thomas Hardy, expressing the depression of winter that he feels; but then he is surprised by hope.
The Darkling Thrush Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted…
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Cat
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Too much afright
Hark ,the tribal angels sting
Violent night.Too much afright.
Oh,walled town of death and mayhem.
We three rings of prurience stir.
While shepherds hatched their plots by night.
The jolly and their rivals.
The Lord is my leopard.
Lord,for tomorrow and its reads,I do not prey.
Love on remand here.
Unconvivial love for all.
Unconditionally tense always.
[God’s will is a metaphor.He has no lawyer.The truth tomorrow only in the Daily Wail.]
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Rumours of love
There are rumours of love here,on earth.
I heard it in the bakers
while queuing for a loaf
I asked
is it north or south
but no-one knows
is it east or west?
but who started it?
shall we make love
and spread more rumours
till the rumours
make a big happy cloud
over our heads
white cloud
with pink edges
for pink is the color of love
like roses
romantic
yet real.
Make the rumours true
love today
and tomorrow
someone
a cat,a dog a human
and you won’t need
to smoke grass
just get out of your head
and into someone’s arms
then love will not be
just a rumour
but a certainty
just leap
and you won’t fall
into the abyss
but into joy
and pain
love and loss
it’s worthwhile
to be alive
just to hear
these beautiful
rumours
everywhere
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Thinking is bad for the brain
Thinking is bad for the brain
It goes totally under the grain.
Keep your mind empty
So you will have plenty
Of space to see visions again.
Thinking’s unnatural too.
It makes all your brain cells turn blue
Stop being active
Get wider perspective.
Not thinking’s so good it is true.
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MW Word of 2015
This year, for the first time, Merriam-Webster has named a suffix as its 2015 Word of the Year, reflecting the fact that many of Merriam-Webster’s highest ranking words this year had one thing in common; they ended in -ism.
Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Year is determined using two simple criteria: the words must show a high volume of lookups and a significant year-over-year increase in lookups at Merriam-Webster.com. The results shed light on topics and ideas that sparked the nation’s interest in 2015 – and in 2015, it was clear that we had a lot of serious issues on our minds.
The words we look up reveal our curiosity, and are the beginning of reflection. People turn to the dictionary for spellings and meanings, it’s true, but it’s also clear that many people come to learn nuances and details about words they use and hear every day. A definition can help us form thoughts or serve as a point of departure for reflection; words like love, grace, and hero are among the most looked-up words daily.
Seven words ending in -ism triggered both high volume and significant year-over-year increase in lookups at Merriam-Webster.com. Taken together, these words represent millions of individual dictionary lookups:
socialism
fascism
racism
feminism
communism
capitalism
terrorism
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It’s not simply sarcasm,you know.
I don’t know how to write about irony
It’s not simply sarcasm,you know.
It’s not meant to cut
But simply to put
A comment with a humorous glow.
When referring to political tyranny
Wit may serve better than steel.
Contempt is not good
For if not understood
The bleeding wounds may never heal.
But talking of Hitler and Stalin
And others who encouraged great sin
Irony ‘s out
Clear speech leaves no doubt,
The inmates have possessed the Great Bin
“Explanations are neither necessary, desirable, nor possible.”
–Clark Ashton Smith