WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE
What is “adult language?” Simply, it is language suitable for adults. If you were to go to WritersCafe.org and look at any of my writings there, you would see them all tagged for mature or adult content, regardless of their actual content. To put it simply, I am writing for adults and do not wish to be constricted by having to worry about who is reading it. That said, I don’t believe in shielding children unnecessarily from content that they would come across everyday. I have had students in my classes swear, and then apologize to me needlessly. Personally, I rarely swear, but I will in class for dramatic effect or emphasis. My students are at university, and I would probably get admonished if I did it in a high school or lower. Frankly, they hear and use worse language everyday. I would prefer that it was saved for when it was needed or appropriate, but that’s just me.
Why did I bring this up? One of my friends started me thinking about all things language: how beautiful it can be, how sensual it can be, how it can be used, twisted, transformed, and newly created. I once created a language for a story I was writing – just the bare-bones – well, actually, I’ve done it three times to varying degrees: a Welsh-like derivative, a mono-syllabic language based on intonation, and a Latinate babble.
We create language all the time, we use metaphor, rhyme, onomatopoeia, alliteration, we combine words – German does this all the time, but I’m really just talking generically here. In adulthood we develop a rich vocabulary, which we later lose as our minds deteriorate, either through old age or dementia (like a certain President). We need a thesaurus to find that perfect word that may have been on the tips of our tongues a decade ago. Our words become shorter with fewer syllables, and we tend to overuse words as our vocabulary shrinks. For a while, I used vocabulary.com to expand my palette, although there were so many words there that I had never seen used, like “limn” which I’ve seen only a few times since, but many of them I have never seen in the wild. I’m a Maven there, which means I’ve earned over 300,000 points.
While I may not have the richest vocabulary on the planet, I do have a passing knowledge of several languages and I use them in my writing. I’m not fluent in anything but English, but my musical training adds a smattering of French, German, and Italian, which opens doors to some other European languages.
We can also create new words to express the otherwise inexpressible. A couple of days ago, I coined the term metarepresentationalist, and its adverb form, metarepresentationalistically, just because I wanted a word that carried some meaning with a lot – a LOT – of syllables. So in this case, a representationalist is someone who creates representations of something, like a pseudonym (Anne Martin, Ezzie Dryar, Eirica Johnstone, as well as the Carnal Goddess, The Seed of Chaos, The Black Heart, the Angel of Love). Those are all representations of me that I have created over the last decade or more for a variety of reasons, secrecy, whimsy, etc. So the reverse of that, the being that brings all that together, or the one who discusses it is the metarepresentationalist, which is, I suppose yet another representation. Would that be a metametarepresentationalist? Err … I don’t know, and I risk falling down the black hole of my presentation. I’ll leave you with that.
Today’s haiku: Thunder
XXI. The Universe. Completion, fruition, the logical completion of the evolution of the Fool.
We begin in innocence, with a lack of self-knowledge, and progress through education and experience to become wise and mature. Some of us do, anyway – balanced in the fortune and joy of the Universe.
Honestly, I didn’t draw the card until after I wrote today’s piece, but it seems appropriate. I can sit and spend the day in the glorification of my own smugness, beauty, and wisdom.
Maybe I’ll just go buy some ice cream.