Truly Great Songs, and All That

Truly Great Words, w text 5, JPG,bestMe: Outlaws 2.5 releases on Wednesday. I need something special to hype the book. But what?

Will Scarlet: I’ve got just the thing! Allyn, you know how our new flash fiction collection highlights 45 different archaic words?

Allyn-a-Dale: Yes…?

Will: Throw together a summary-song that includes every one of them.

Allyn: Wha— Now? Right off the top of my head?

Will: Just that! Can do?

Allyn: Well, I guess this is what Father trained me for. [takes up his lute] All right. Here goes… everything.

Truly Great Words (In Musical Summary)

With Weltschmerz, a tale of our Robin Hood’s woes,

While Simony minstrel philosophy shows.

Tautoosious tells us of two of a kind,

And Senocular means that you’ll six times less likely be blind.

*

In Ostent, a Scarlet autumnal display.

And Gant-o’-the-Lute sighs for days Cumber-free,

Then makes light of normalcy, Natural-ly.

And rather than Reverence, see Hood treat with kings his own way.

*

Though not what he’s used to, you’ll find Natheless

That Sir Gawain likes his queen’s version of chess.

Autological’s tale… well, it is what it is,

While Accismus fakes a concern with the lingerie biz.

*

Deja luDeja lu… Yes, that’s twice the word’s seen.

And next, Sagittipotent shows Robin’s quirk.

Barbigerous and Adoral are comparably themed,

But one’s semi-bromance; the other, not suited for work.

*

In Lumming, two lady friends dance down the sky,

Then one Coxcomb stays true to his legend’s brand.

And Rivelled’s the upside of wrinkles in plans.

As for freeing Scarlet from Durance, we do it – but why?

*

Sherwood Ecophobia? Nay, here dwells my heart,

Among Alderliefest friends ever I’ve had.

And not Tralatiously are these words said:

My Men are all music, and glad am I to play a part.

*

In Gapeseed and Fallow, we follow the Fey.

And where there’s a Countervail, there is a weigh

(Ludicropathatic as that pun may be).

And in Caeseious, see why a census makes no sense for me.

*

Will: THIS IS BRILLIANT! I wanna try!

Allyn: B-but you can’t—

Will: Can, and WILL!

Onto Erinaceous, which may miss the point.

And who needs the Ramage, with bards to throw shade?

To have Truck with us is to have your day made;

No Pandiculation, here! This is one happening joint!

*

Ne-moph-ilous or Nemo-phil-ous? Who knows?

Suffice to say forests are loved by the Hoods.

No place to Convive like the outlaw-filled woods!

…Now watch Allyn Bowdlerize my verses; that’s how it goes.

Allyn: Did I think that proper, I’d do it Amain.

Alas, though, I fear it would not be Condign.

In games of songmaking, the clear Boot is mine.

No need for your face to Incarnadine. Try it again.

*

Will: Well, as you’ll not Beshrew my tuneful Moiety

(A fact which, in truth, Obfuscate-s me like whoa),

I’ll Pore on how to best to end this melody.

…Mm, nope, you just take it. We want it to Fadge well, you know.

*

Allyn: Ultracrepdiarian, I see you’re not;

And thanks to your letting the expert be heard,

This well-nigh Montivigant song that we’ve got,

With its ups and its downs, has at last used the last of the words.

The End

Me [with wild applause]: Huzzah for my Merry Minstrel! …and for his plus-one. X) How could anyone say no to buying the e-book now?

Will: Priced at just 99 cents? They’d be mad not to. Pre-order today, people! If we move enough copies, maybe I can talk Allyn into writing a ‘Thanks for Making Our Author a Bestseller’ song.

Allyn [laughing]: Consider it promised. ^_^

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“Barbigerous” or “Here Lies Romance”

It’s Save-a-Word Saturday! For any who need a reminder of/never knew what that means, here’s how it goes:

Save-a-Word Saturday

1) Create a post linking back to the hosts, The Feather and the Rose.

2) Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in the post. (If you find yourself in want of options, Feather ‘n’ Rose recommended a site that may have some word-lovers drooling. Luciferous Logolepsy. Even its name is old and delicious!)

3) Provide a definition of your word, and use it in a sentence/short paragraph/mini story vaguely related to the particular week’s chosen theme.

4) Sign up properly on the host post’s linky list so participants can easily find each other and share their logophilistic joy.

5) Be a hero by sharing these retro words with the world!

I’ve been participating in the weekly fun via my Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” Facebook page, giving myself the extra challenge/fun of relating every word I pick to my re-imagining of the Robin Hood legend (a.k.a. the magnum opus to be self-published after the completion of “The Wilderhark Tales”). But I figure, hey, since I’ve gotten in the habit of having my vignettes all pre-written and ready to go, no reason I can’t pop over here real quick and post it for the blog-inclined to see, too!

So, without further delay, here’s my word-saving civic duty of the day.

The theme: Roses.

The word: “Barbigerous”, an adjective meaning “having a beard”.

The Example: Will Scarlet presented the bouquet with a flourish. “Roses are red,

Scarlet is, too.

And speaking of red things, here!

These are for you!”

Little John looked down at the ribbon-bound blooms. “Why are you giving me these?”

“Why? Look at a calendar for once, will you? It’s Valentine’s Day!”

An expression as black as the beard framing Little John’s mouth defied Will to say something stupid. “So?”

Will heaved a sigh. “So Robin’s got Marion, Arthur’s got Guinevere, and you and me? Well, at least we’ve got each other – even if you do make for a huge, barbigerous sort of woman.” Will pulled a pathetic puppy-dog expression. “Humor me for half-a-minute, please? All the Faeries just laughed at me when I tried to woo one last year.”

His turn to sigh, now, Little John rolled his eyes skyward. “Fine,” he rumbled, taking the rose bouquet. “Even if you do make for an absurd, mentally-challenged sort of woman.”

Will’s grin flashed bright. “But gorgeous, though, right?”

Little John glowered. “Roses are red,

Go away, Scarlet.”

Will walked off, shaking his head. “Romance is so dead.”

*Notice: From here ‘til Labor Day, my weekends will be dedicated to the Bristol Renaissance Faire. So while I’ll still try to participate on the “Ballad” page when I can, this begins Ever On Word’s hiatus from Save-a-Word Saturday. Thanks for joining me hitherto, and I hope to get right back into the groove in September!

“Senocular” or “Sleep Is For The Weak(er Than Lute)”

It’s Save-a-Word Saturday! For any who need a reminder of/never knew what that means, here’s how it goes:

Save-a-Word Saturday

1) Create a post linking back to the hosts, The Feather and the Rose.

2) Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in the post. (If you find yourself in want of options, Feather ‘n’ Rose recommended a site that may have some word-lovers drooling. Luciferous Logolepsy. Even its name is old and delicious!)

3) Provide a definition of your word, and use it in a sentence/short paragraph/mini story vaguely related to the particular week’s chosen theme.

4) Sign up properly on the host post’s linky list so participants can easily find each other and share their logophilistic joy.

5) Be a hero by sharing these retro words with the world!

I’ve been participating in the weekly fun via my Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” Facebook page, giving myself the extra challenge/fun of relating every word I pick to my re-imagining of the Robin Hood legend (a.k.a. the magnum opus to be self-published after the completion of “The Wilderhark Tales”). But I figure, hey, since I’ve gotten in the habit of having my vignettes all pre-written and ready to go, no reason I can’t pop over here real quick and post it for the blog-inclined to see, too!

So, without further delay, here’s my word-saving civic duty of the day.

The theme: Exhaustion.

The word: “Senocular”, an adjective meaning “having six eyes”.

The Example: When Gant-o’-the-Lute turned to peer at him, Allyn fought harder to stand steady on his feet.

“Are you all right, lad?”

“Yes,” said Allyn, blinking hard. For a moment, his fuzzy vision read his father’s face as senocular, all six eyes narrowing at him in displeasure.

“We’ve discussed this, Allyn,” Lute said crisply. “If you’re falling ill, you should say so before you vomit in the middle of a ballad, not after.”

Allyn flushed at the remembrance of that mortifying childhood episode. “I am not so unwell, Father. But as you ask… might we stop somewhere to sleep, soon?”

“Sleep?” Lute repeated, head tipped in puzzlement. “But we stopped to sleep last night.”

Though Allyn’s body was well aware that it had been two nights ago, not one, he said only, “I am sorry, Father. I fear I’ve tired myself too quickly.”

Lute tutted. “Adolescents. Nothing but energy-sapping hormones. Ah, well, as you look liable to drop off into unconsciousness whether I give you leave or no, we’d best make camp somewhere. May as well feed you, too, while I’m thinking of it.” He sighed. “Try to remind me more regularly that you’re not me, will you, Allyn?”

Allyn’s assent was lost in a yawn.

“Erinaceous” or “Scarlet’s Scorpion Struggle”

It’s Save-a-Word Saturday! For any who need a reminder of/never knew what that means, here’s how it goes:

Save-a-Word Saturday

1) Create a post linking back to the hosts, The Feather and the Rose.

2) Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in the post. (If you find yourself in want of options, Feather ‘n’ Rose recommended a site that may have some word-lovers drooling. Luciferous Logolepsy. Even its name is old and delicious!)

3) Provide a definition of your word, and use it in a sentence/short paragraph/mini story vaguely related to the particular week’s chosen theme.

4) Sign up properly on the host post’s linky list so participants can easily find each other and share their logophilistic joy.

5) Be a hero by sharing these retro words with the world!

I’ve been participating in the weekly fun via my Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” Facebook page, giving myself the extra challenge/fun of relating every word I pick to my re-imagining of the Robin Hood legend (a.k.a. the magnum opus to be self-published after the completion of “The Wilderhark Tales”). But I figure, hey, since I’ve gotten in the habit of having my vignettes all pre-written and ready to go, no reason I can’t pop over here real quick and post it for the blog-inclined to see, too!

So, without further delay, here’s my word-saving civic duty of the day.

The theme: Scorpions.

The word: “Erinaceous”, an adjective meaning “pertaining to a hedgehog”.

The example: “Scorpions??” Will Scarlet complains. “How in the world are we supposed to come up with an entertaining vignette based around scorpions?! Sherwood’s got nothing to do with them, the same goes for Avalon, and, so far as our author’s bothered to figure out, no one around here is a Scorpio. It’d be easier to play out a scene pertaining to a hedgehog!”

Allyn tips his head in a gesture of indifference. “I expect an erinaceous theme would present its own difficulties.”

“Rubbish,” Will declares. “A round of Wonderland croquet, a few levels of Sonic, a reading of ‘Mrs. What’s-her-name’ by Beatrix Potter… I could go all day.”

“I’m sure you could. But I’d say this conversation’s done its work, so… don’t.”

“Gapeseed” or “Hole-ier Than Thou”

It’s Save-a-Word Saturday! For any who need a reminder of/never knew what that means, here’s how it goes:

Save-a-Word Saturday

1) Create a post linking back to the hosts, The Feather and the Rose.

2) Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in the post. (If you find yourself in want of options, Feather ‘n’ Rose recommended a site that may have some word-lovers drooling. Luciferous Logolepsy. Even its name is old and delicious!)

3) Provide a definition of your word, and use it in a sentence/short paragraph/mini story vaguely related to the particular week’s chosen theme.

4) Sign up properly on the host post’s linky list so participants can easily find each other and share their logophilistic joy.

5) Be a hero by sharing these retro words with the world!

I’ve been participating in the weekly fun via my Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” Facebook page, giving myself the extra challenge/fun of relating every word I pick to my re-imagining of the Robin Hood legend (a.k.a. the magnum opus to be self-published after the completion of “The Wilderhark Tales”). But I figure, hey, since I’ve gotten in the habit of having my vignettes all pre-written and ready to go, no reason I can’t pop over here real quick and post it for the blog-inclined to see, too!

So, without further delay, here’s my word-saving civic duty of the day.

The theme: Earlobes.

The word: “Gapeseed”, a noun meaning “anything that causes stares; or someone who stares”.

The example: Robin followed Allyn’s focused gaze across the lawn toward the ethereal figures dancing in firelight beneath the stars, and chuckled. “The Faeries will make a gapeseed of anyone, eh?”

Allyn came out of his reverie. “Pardon?”

“The Fey folk,” Robin repeated. “A captivating sight.”

“No.” Allyn shook his head. “I mean, yes, they are. Breathtaking. It’s only… many of them wear earrings.”

Robin’s head tipped in puzzlement. “Yes… and?”

The shadow of a furrow appeared between Allyn’s brows. “With their healing magic going strong enough to keep a Faire full of violently killed men alive and whole, how do they manage to maintain punctures for jewelry in their earlobes?”

“Um.” Robin blinked. “…It’s magic?”

“Perhaps I’ll ask one of them,” Allyn said, his attention once more on the Avalon natives’ fluid movement. “If my breath returns to me at their dance’s end.”

“Saturdays” or “The Words I’ve Been Saving Off-Blog”

Previously, on Ever On Word – more specifically, in this post – I joined in a little weekly blog hop called Save-a-Word Saturday. To refresh your memory, the rules of the hop were these:

Save-a-Word Saturday

1) Create a post linking back to the hosts, The Feather and the Rose.

2) Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in the post. (If you find yourself in want of options, Feather ‘n’ Rose recommended a site that may have some word-lovers drooling. Luciferous Logolepsy. Even its name is old and delicious!)

3) Provide a definition of your word, and use it in a sentence or short paragraph vaguely related to the particular week’s chosen theme.

4) Sign up properly on the host post’s linky list so participants can easily find each other and share their logophilistic joy.

5) Be a hero by sharing these retro words with the world!

I had such fun the first time, I determined to participate every “seventh day of the week”. …To which you may say, glancing through my blog’s archives, “So, what happened to that resolution?

Well, I haven’t been doing it here, readers; I’ve been doing it on my Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale” Facebook page. And to add an extra element of fun, I’ve given myself the challenge of relating every word I pick to my take on the Robin Hood legend.

So, for those of you who have been missing out – and as a wish of “Happy Birthday” to Allyn (whose otherworld date o’ birth corresponds to our March 5th) – I’ve collected below all the Save-a-Word vignettes that I’ve shared on the “Ballad” page to date. Enjoy!

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Feb. 9/13 – The theme: Dreams – The word: “Weltschmerz”, a noun meaning “sadness over the evils of the world, especially as an expression of romantic pessimism”.
The example:

Robin’s eyes tracked the path of the wagon, laden with ill-gotten gains. That was the second tax taken from the villages in as many months, and for what? The people could lose every penny they had thrice over and not make so much as a splash in the well of their oppressors’ greed. Robin shook his head in a moment of Weltschmerz, made to wonder again whether an England in which this injustice was less than routine was a dream with no chance in reality. Another shake of the head to rouse himself, and a whistle to his band mates hidden nearby. Realistic or not, it was the dream they fought for. The wagon would not get far.

* * *

Feb. 16/13 – The theme: Traitors – The word: “Ramage”, a noun meaning “boughs of a tree”.
The example:

Allyn paused in the plucking of his lute strings; that one note had sounded rather like a muffled sneeze. Tipping his head back against the tree trunk that served as backrest to his seat among the roots, he looked up through the overhead ramage and spied a dash of red veiled in the greenery. “Will, what are you—?”

“Hush. Nothing. Hiding. Don’t let on I’m up here.”

“What have you done this time?” Allyn asked. When it came to Will Scarlet, one could hardly begin to guess.

“I may or may not have had something to do with the – ‘choo! – bucket of pepper rigged to tip over onto any particularly tall people who exited Little John’s tent.”

“God bless you.” Allyn smirked. “You’ll need it.”

“What I need is a minstrel I can count on not to turn traitor,” Will hissed. “Just keep playing like you’ve been. Anyone asks, you haven’t seen me in ages, and there’s no one in the tree.”

Lips pressed tight over silent laughter, Allyn resumed his song. It would make for lovely background music during Will’s inevitable comeuppance.

* * *

Feb. 23/13 – The theme: Music – The word: “Simony”, a noun meaning “buying, selling, or otherwise making a profit from sacred or spiritual things”.
The example:

Gant-o’-the-Lute stood silently aside as his apprentice sang in the square. The boy looked younger than his almost twelve years, and handled his instruments, lute and voice, with the skill of one who’d trained for twice as long. Naturally, he still had leagues to go before he met his minstrel master’s lofty standard, but the sooner the lad grew accustomed to performing for crowds, the better. Besides, Lute reasoned, if he were going to engage in the simony of taking tiresome money for the priceless perfection of music, he might as well capitalize on little Allyn’s impossible cuteness, too.

* * *

Mar. 2/13 – The theme: Unicorns – The word: “Habromania”, a noun meaning “extreme euphoria”.

The example:

“One last order of business,” said Merlin, glancing at the end of the agenda in his hand. “Due to an influx of requests in our suggestion box, we’re adding something new to Avalon Faire’s joust, this summer. Specifically…” He looked over his spectacles at the tall, blond knight drumming impatient fingers on the surface of the Round Table. “Sir Lancelot will be riding a unicorn.”

Lancelot’s chiseled jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious.”

“A real unicorn?” Sir Gawain wondered.

“There’s no such thing as a real unicorn!” Lancelot snapped.

Sir Bedivere raised an eyebrow. “Lance. We’re undead immortal knights of legend employed by a wizard in a magical Faerie land. If the man says you’re riding a unicorn in the joust, then let the habromania in the stands commence.” He grinned at Merlin. “Will it be pink and sparkly and snort rainbows?”

“Despite Will Scarlet’s repeated contributions to the suggestion box, no,” Merlin said. “Meeting adjourned.”

“HYSRT!” or “Maybe Half Lots Would Actually be Simpler…”

Dear English,

Though I revel in the art to be made with you, I fully acknowledge that you are ridiculous.

(Yes, ridiculous. “Deserving or inspiring ridicule; absurd, preposterous, or silly”, that’s you.)

You contradict your own rules as often as you follow them, as if you’re not even trying to make sense of yourself. Anyone able to read this blog post in the tongue in which I typed it should give themselves a round of applause. I feel I owe myself a treat just for being able to thus convey my ideas. We’re geniuses, all of us! Geniuses with a dum-dum language!

Go Home, English

This truth was driven home to me after reading a post by Ruth Layne on her blog, Misadventures of a Would-Be Writer. Hey, y’know what, English? You Should Read This. Entitled “Lots of English. Whole Lots”, it points out what a troublesome means of communication you are – not just for brave souls attempting to master you as a second language, but even for your native speakers. Even I, who have heard you spoken since my days in the womb; have spoken you myself since my mouth could manage the phonemes; I who have gobbled through books filled cover to cover with your words, and who have written books, poems, articles, essays of my own – even I do not pretend to wholly understand you!

Fortunately, one does not have to wholly understand a thing to love it.

Love you indeed,

Danielle