This is my third word for the letter S; on Saturday I did an early S with R because our UK Government is messing with our School Curriculum and I wanted people to read, and hopefully sign, a petition about the importance of training young people to work in Agriculture and Horticulture. Early this morning my scheduled blog about Solitude was posted. I have just decided to add a third about Smiling.
On Friday afternoon I broke the side off one of my canine teeth, leaving a sharp point which catches on the inside of my mouth; I decided against using one of the emergency dentists on duty over the weekend and left a message at my usual dental practice. It hurts when I eat, it hurts when I talk but worst of all it hurts when I smile. I had not realized how many times something makes me smile during the day until smiling hurt so much. No big deal I hear you thinking, everybody smiles.
I was knocked sideways by chronic fatigue syndrome about twenty years ago and it took me four years to recover sufficiently to feel that I was living a full life again. It always lurks in the background and takes an occasional swipe at me; at least now most members of the medical profession accept that it exists. At the time I succumbed to cfs, after working on while having flu, not only some professionals but even people I had thought were good friends accused me of being lazy, making a fuss, getting out of doing things I didn’t like doing etc. How could anyone think that sleeping for sixteen hours out of every twenty-four was fun? When I started getting better I was told that I had hardly smiled during those years.
I am off to see my lovely dentist this afternoon and he will make me better very quickly; life is horrid when it hurts to smile.
“In solitude where we are least alone ” Byron
The OED definition of solitude is the state of being alone. Alone is defined as 1. on your own 2. isolated and lonely.
The plural, solitudes, was formerly used when describing wilderness, backwoods, deserts or indeed any large area containing very few people.
The synonyms for solitude include loneliness, solitariness, isolation, seclusion, privacy and peace.
I spend quite a lot of time at home in solitude but I am just on my own, not isolated or lonely. I have privacy, insofar as I am not seen by other people, but I am frequently disturbed by the telephone ringing so I rarely have peace. I enjoy this solitude at home because I choose to have it; once the vital jobs are done it gives me the opportunity to think through problems, often whilst working in the garden, and to write creatively.
Most of the time I spend in a car is spent in solitude; hurtling along confined in this small space is a very different experience because there is constant interaction with the rest of the traffic but it is still a solitary experience. Conversely I can sit in a crowded train carriage or café and have solitude; human isolation in crowded places is common in 21st Century society. Occasionally someone will smile or speak to you but generally you can settle into your seat and be assured that you will be completely ignored.
I find these periods of solitude an enjoyable and therapeutic part of my life; what I struggle to comprehend is how anyone endures the solitude of long-term enforced “solitary confinement” whether caused by kidnap, lawful imprisonment or disability.
I am probably tweaking the A to Z rules by posting a partly S topic on the R day but, for the first time since I started blogging, I am going to Rant Seriously.
I have just learnt that our British Government is planning to take the land based courses off the list of subjects that count towards a school’s position in the annual performance tables. Apparently they no longer believe that Agriculture and Horticulture meet the criteria for aspirational vocational courses. I cannot possibly write about this as competently and eloquently as the headmaster of Brymore School, (where they have their own farm and gardens) does when appealing to people to sign the school’s petition asking the Government to rethink this proposal. The link to the petition is below, please look at it and let me know if you think “Hair and Beauty” is more important to a nation than growing food and caring for our environment.
Please note: the choice of the word “Ridiculous” to describe my government’s members and proposals is entirely my own and not in any way connected to Brymore School. The rest of the words that came to mind were inappropriate for this blog.
I will post my scheduled “S” topic on Monday but I needed to write about this now before I go out and plant food crops in my garden.
I have several dictionaries of phrase origins and meanings, the oldest of which is by Ebenezer Cobham Brewer; the edition I own was published in about 1896.
Here are a few “Red” definitions
Red Tincture was a preparation that alchemists thought would convert any baser metal into gold. It is sometimes called the Philosopher’s Stone, the Great Elixir or the Great Magisterium.
Red-shanks was used to describe a Highlander and came from the boots made of undressed deer hide that Highlanders once wore with the red hair still on the outside.
Red-lattice at the doors and windows of an English alehouse used to signify that it was properly licensed to sell alcohol; it is probably the reason why many old public houses are called “The Chequers.”
Red-tape originates from the custom of lawyers and government officials of tying their bundles of papers together with red tape; it has been in use since the 18th Century and now generally refers to bureaucratic delay. In David Cameron’s first speech as PM he said that he would help small firms by cutting red tape; well, he hasn’t helped ours and we are being strangled by it. I do not think I shall live to see any Government reducing Red Tape!
Red-breasts (or Robin redbreasts) was the slang name for The Bow Street Runners who were the first professional policemen in London and wore bright scarlet waistcoats.
Can you add any more?
Why are tv documentaries so loud? Why are some shops so loud?
I have no problem with some atmospheric music playing while nobody is talking during a documentary programme but why must they play music during speech? I frequently give up after the first five minutes because I cannot follow the sometimes complex commentary or interview which is a real shame because I know the programme would interest me if I could just hear the words.
I have read that many shop owners play music specifically chosen to make people stay in their shops for longer; if it is loud I leave regardless of the type of music. Stores therefore lose my potential custom as I walk straight out and find somewhere quieter; does anyone over 18 ever leave a quiet shop to go and find one with more noise?
I live in the countryside and most people, when visiting for the first time, stand outside and say how wonderfully peaceful it is; occasionally someone actively dislikes it and can’t wait to get back to a noisier environment but they are usually in their teens or twenties.
Do you notice loud music being forced on you?
Today’s post is about some of those people whose surname begins with the letter P whose art, doctrines or achievements have influenced my life. This is the serious list, about appreciation of beauty in all its forms, about constantly questioning what is going on around us and noticing how clever use of language is a powerful weapon. If we have A to Z 2014 I promise that I’ll lighten up!
Andrea Palladio (1508 – 80) – Italian architect for inspiring all the Palladian masterpieces I have visited in the UK and Italy
Emmeline Pankhurst (1858 – 1928) – English Suffragette for inspiring women to fight for their right to vote
Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967) – American writer and critic for making me laugh (a lot), and then making me think
Anna Pavlova (1881 – 1931) – Russian ballet dancer for the dying swan of course
Sir Karl Raimund Popper (1902 – 1994) – Austrian-born British philosopher for helping me to have an independent opinion about scientific “facts”
John (Jack) Profumo (1915 – 2006 ) – British Politician for showing me that you should not judge someones character based on one mistake
Giacomo Puccini (1858 – 1924) – Italian Composer for Tosca and especially Vissi d’arte
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. Dorothy Parker
Who would you choose for your list?
I have always tried to start each day with what I believed was optimism regardless of how bleak things looked the evening before.
Whilst deciding on my topic for the letter O in the A to Z challenge I looked up the definition for the word optimism and this was the result of my search
hopefulness and confidence about the future or the successful outcome of something:
I had always associated optimism with hopefulness but not with total confidence; quite confident or fairly confident yes but not totally confident so I looked up definitions for hopefulness
feeling or inspiring optimism about a future event:
the feeling or belief that one can rely on someone or something; firm trust:
Looking at the three definitions together it appears to me that when I am hopeful I must also have confidence; all that time I thought I had optimism it seems that I did not so, in future, I shall just make the most of every day as it says at the top of my blog and stop trying to define my approach to life in a single word, although I must say I do think I am objective ………………….
Over the last fifteen months I’ve been learning the pitfalls of writing about nookie.
I have struggled to maintain my interest in many book characters when faced with cringeworthy descriptions of their intimate sexual activity with one or more of the other characters. I have sometimes laughed out loud at the writer’s use of clichés and overly graphic descriptions phrased so badly they end up devoid of the erotic passion they sought to convey. I smugly thought “I could do better than that” but now I realize how difficult it is to find the right words. I have not written an erotic novel but the story covers almost twenty years of Ellie’s life and she has more than one intimate physical relationship. I used a few brief accounts of her sex-life to assist in demonstrating her changing attitude towards men as she grows older but, as I work on the 2nd draft, I am finding it difficult not to keep re-writing them.
I would be interested to hear how other authors felt when describing sexual activity in their first novel.
I learnt about malapropisms at school but I do not remember being told then that they are also referred to as dogberryisms. This use of an incorrect word instead of a word that sounds similar is generally an error on the part of the speaker but is occasionally an intentional substitution.
Malapropisms appeared in several works before Richard Sheridan created the character of Mrs. Malaprop in his 1775 comedy play The Rivals. The alternative name of Dogberryisms comes from Shakespeare’s Constable Dogberry in Much Ado About Nothing; this character announces that his watch comprehended two auspicious persons when he should have said they had apprehended two suspicious persons.
The word “malapropism” comes from the French “mal à propos” meaning “inappropriate” and one of Mrs Malaprop’s best known mistakes is to use illiterate instead of obliterate.
The Beatles song titles Tomorrow Never Knows and A Hard Days Night are said to originate from Ringo Starr’s malapropisms which were referred to as “Ringoisms.”
The former Mayor of Chicago, Richard Daley, made the startling announcement that “The police are not here to create disorder, they’re here to preserve disorder.”
The magazine New Scientist reported an instance of someone substituting the word malapropism itself with “Miss-Marple-ism” and I think this is my favourite .
I am in a state of limbo; nothing to do with Original Sin, Hell or Damnation I hasten to add but with the more mundane definition of “intermediate state or condition.”
A few days ago I read a well-written blog post expounding the case for allowing anyone who is passionate about writing to call themselves a writer regardless of whether or not any of their work is in the public domain; I remained unconvinced. I have seen my non-fiction articles in print but I do not think that makes me a writer as I merely put down certain facts in a reader-friendly form and they were published. If you have read my earlier A to Z blogs you will know that I am refining my novel prior to the professional editing stage; this has to be fitted in to my already busy working and family life and most of my friends have no idea that I am also working on a book. They do not read blogs and they do not have Twitter Accounts; some of them use Facebook but they know that I don’t so they do not search for me. I chose not to involve my friends in my fiction writing because at the moment I feel so insecure about my ability to tell a good tale; if a few strangers buy the ebook my friends will find out but until then I am in limbo, writing but not, in my opinion, a writer.