I confess, it’s been a spectacularly long time, longer than I ever meant to go and even longer than I thought I could manage without assailing you with a few whirling words, words, words (because, after all, I cannot produce a musing post and not throw a bit of Shakespeare at you!); yet at long last I am here to fill your next few moments with the tumbling musings of my mind (fair warning!)
Now, since my thoughts are flying in a rather confusing array of directions, at least at the present moment, I thought I would preface this post with the aforementioned disclaimer before I end up lost somewhere in the wilds of Uzbekistan with you sitting there with that particularly enchanting, though perhaps somewhat frustrating (at least for you) puzzled expression on your face that most people end up having when they sit down and read one of my whirling posts, most particularly on night’s such as this when the words are flowing faster than I can logically keep up with, though often, depending upon the moon’s cycle or how much chocolate and/or caffeine I may have had before sitting down to begin writing, it can be a rather bewildering experience; whereat, being the kindhearted soul that I am, and never wishing to intentionally lead someone into a grammatical quagmire, as I am for all intents and purposes a good soul ( though you and I both know that even good souls have halo’s that glow neon red now and again) I generally tend to use this moment of perplexity to point out that I did warn you, my dearest readers, very early on in our relationship (that being the early days of BnV) that I do have the most annoying (or potentially amusing, dependant once again upon the aforementioned phase of the moon or how much chocolate or caffeine You’ve ingested before beginning to read) predilection to run off on wild tangents of verbosity that would make even Charles Dickens’s head ache, but let that go.
Word Count: 258
Sentences: 1
Passive Sentences: 0
Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level 52.2 …. YES!!!!!!!!!!! (My work here is done, thank you)
It is moments such as this that give me the oddest, yet greatest pleasure and were during my high school years, amusingly, opportunities for me to stretch my writing skills to such degrees that my English professor ( a very good soul indeed who loved words nearly as much as I did/do) resorted to noting that my fondness for crafting compound-complex sentences on the backs of my test papers during the remaining time I had in class (because I often finished the tests early, being rather good in English class, perhaps not entirely surprisingly) and then diagramming them for the sheer delight of doing so was, in his opinion, a very strong indicator that I had, either, some form of mental derangement not yet diagnosed, or, I was a word-smith in the making. (oooo Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level 53.8! Marvelous! )
You may at this moment tend to agree and I would not argue the fact, but before I leave you with a beautifully muddled expression, please allow me Bestow this final thought:
To Write; To Paint with Words as an Artist Bedecks his canvas with hues and shades and layers of pigmentation; To Sing a Melody upon which the gaze may Linger and over which the Heart may Muse again and again: To Create visual Splendour with grammar and language that is, perhaps, fundamentally underutilized or neglected ( and to use Capitalization in the most maddening, although previously explained, manner), to me, is the most Beguiling form of Intoxication in which I could ever take Pleasure and, for you, Dear Intrepid Reader, to Undertake the Journey; to Brave the Frontier of Superfluous Verbosity and reach the shore with a Smile (though, perchance, to some extent exhausted), is, Hopefully, far more Rewarding an Endeavor than many.
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~Morgan~
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My personal record is 11,135 words for epic free verse poety this spring so no you or not the only one I could go on but never the less know and no you are not alone in this kind of endeavor alone etc…:)
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I am awash in your wandering, wondrous words and swimming happily among them.
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I must confess, as I wrote this I wondered if it would pass your scrutiny, being the Professor 😉 Im very Happy (not to mention a bit relieved) that you survived…er, I mean, enjoyed my Verbosity 🙂
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It seems we have been in the same place lately. LOL. 🙂
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running amok with words? Its a great place to be, really 🙂
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Oh Morgan, this was a delight to read. I felt you were running and skipping, hopping and jumping merrily along as your words tumbles out so quickly.You must have had a grand time writing this, bouncing all over while your fingers tapped the keyboard and you toes kept the beat on the floor. I love the way words flow from your keyboard or pen, and I imagine that you talk much the same. You sprinkle words about and toss in capitals where no one else would, and you let your quirky reservoir of words flow freely, and you always end up with a “read” worthy piece. Hugs, my dear friend.
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🙂 I wish you could see the REAL smile this put on my face, Michelle 🙂 Yes, I had a Marvelous time writing this, and then read it out loud a couple of times just for the sheer exhileration of it 😉 Im so glad you enjoy these pieces, because I surely do enjoy writing them (as this clearly shows) 🙂 HoooRah for Words!!
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🙂 ❤ 🙂
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And yes, I do talk like this as well, for the most part LOL 🙂
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Hahaha! I knew it, and I’m very happy to hear you confirm it, my friend. It’s a lovely trait to have. Hugs.
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I’m glad you name checked Dickens as you certainly meandered around yet kept to the point in your own unique way. I am thinking of Marquez’s The Autumn of the Patriarch which only has about four paragraphs and not many full stops, it’s about 350 pages long but I digress, of course I do! This is the post to be digressing on but to keep close to the point like a centipede without legs hugs the ground. I totally agree with your last paragraph, words are so underloved by so many people and don’t get me started with the grammar some people employ. I will take a nap now though as that was a pleasantly exhausting jaunts through nourishing words.
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I had a sneaking suspicion you would enjoy this post, not only because of the superfluous use of words, but also because I know you enjoy a challenging read, as I have seen your list of book you’ve read! Digressing is always good, as long as you don’t actually end up in Uzbekistan 😉
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I don’t know, I’ve always fancied a trip down the old Silk Road, stopping off at Samarkand getting involved in a little flight of fancy about how it would have been way back when. I do like a challenge, I need to read more Dickens as well, just so I can prepare myself for your next verbose post.
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If you’re going to read Dickens, I recommend Bleak House. Talk about a challenging read 😉
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I haven’t read that one yet, my first book of his was Hard Times, talk about grim, it didn’t put me off though, it’s like the later Hellraiser movies in that respect.
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