Five Minute Friday (on Thursday): world

Oh the difference between "you" and "I"! Most notably, today, in what I understand when I ask "Do you understand?" and you answer, "You understand." Affirmations of my understanding are particularly unhelpful in this instance, because they actually affirm my misunderstanding. But today I figured it out, and that made the tutoring session MUCH better. It's a…

sorrows. and words.

A social media share led me to this list of "23 Perfect Words for Emotions You Never Realized Anyone Else Felt". Gathered from John Koenig's Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, the invented words are designed to "fill holes in the language," naming feelings for which, previously, there has been no name. "Monachopsis" describes "the subtle but persistent feeling…

to you: January

A morose fog that penetrates fabric and abets a churlish wind in making the temperature feel several degrees colder than the sufficiently low temperature of 34 degrees Fahrenheit. Same to you, January. Keenly aware of my ankle-bones under their thin covering of skin and socks, I regret my ill-judgment in wearing shoes rather than the tall boots which I…

signs. countersigns.

1. A hand painted sign beside a country road advertises "MOILE HOME FOR SALE." Catch it from the other direction, and you'll find it's a "MOBILE HOME" available for purchase. Each time I see it, I am freshly baffled by the omission of the "B." I mean, in "MOBILE," it strikes me as an unforgettable…

Five. Hundred.

This is my five-hundredth posting on Between Blue Rocks. Because it is that, I've stalled and stalled about what to write, feeling like this one, half-way to a thousand, should be especially significant. But that's silly. Each word is weighty, always, however little we perceive it, but if we stall and stall until we find…

Wonder: Word-Wonder Day 31

How does one conclude thirty-one days of blogging about words? I struggle with conclusions: the ends of papers, the ends of stories, the ends of semesters, of chapters in life. I don't like goodbyes, and at the same time I feel a sort of panicky necessity to do goodbyes well -- because there have been…

Only Words: Word-Wonder Day 30

And I've begun two or three posts in my head over the past few days. They've used words, of course, but they haven't been about words; they've been about the striped clouds, the scarlet vines in the trees, the way a dear friend laughed with me at the incomprehensibility of God's workings. This is part…

Worlds out of Words: Word-Wonder Day 29

Today is a re-post from just under a year ago, since I've been wondering over words much longer than this month, and since we build whole worlds, not simply sentences, stories, and songs, out of words. You can find the original post here. “People make worlds out of words.”* They do. I know it. I…

Poetry: Word-Wonder Day 22

Outside the world of sentences, organized essays, blogposts, stories, and other kinds of prosings, there's another way of putting words together: in poetry and song. I've heard poetry defined as "compressed language." Having recently taught some epic poems -- Beowulf, Paradise Lost -- I cannot call that an all-inclusive definition, but it works much of…