AMoveableBeast
Literotica Guru
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Hemingway can keep his, hard, lean, athletic prose. I like my sentences like I like my women: full, meaty, unapologetically voluptuous. The sparseness presented by the avante-garde of the 1920's was a bold switch from the overly emotional, description larded norm at the turn of the century, but it has become an anthem of conformity over the years. Big emotions don't come from big words, but neither does skinny communication have a corner on control.
Who doesn't love the playfulness of English? We are the proud owners of the most superfluously jiggly language in the history of the world. It's ripe with humor and bursting with an overabundance of meaning. Why are we so intent on starving it down to some manageable size, some trimmed down anorexic version of its true, overflowing obscenity? We raised this girl right, fed her from every source imaginable. Then Shakespeare, being the stone-cold, pimp/poet he was, took all that glorious corpulence of vocabulary and codified it in the sexiest, most confusing-ass way imaginable. Then he sent it out into the world in a pair of high heels, wearing the skimpiest set of rules possible and told it, "Be nice to the gentlemen, English, and they'll be nice to you."
Quit fighting that shit. Unleash those beautiful, bouncing adverbs. Let it rhyme. Mix those metaphors and let those participles dangle. Get nasty with it. Have fun.
To paraphrase the early 90's bard Anthony Ray, better known by his pen name, Sir Mix-A-Lot, "My anaconda don't want none unless you got puns , hun."
Who doesn't love the playfulness of English? We are the proud owners of the most superfluously jiggly language in the history of the world. It's ripe with humor and bursting with an overabundance of meaning. Why are we so intent on starving it down to some manageable size, some trimmed down anorexic version of its true, overflowing obscenity? We raised this girl right, fed her from every source imaginable. Then Shakespeare, being the stone-cold, pimp/poet he was, took all that glorious corpulence of vocabulary and codified it in the sexiest, most confusing-ass way imaginable. Then he sent it out into the world in a pair of high heels, wearing the skimpiest set of rules possible and told it, "Be nice to the gentlemen, English, and they'll be nice to you."
Quit fighting that shit. Unleash those beautiful, bouncing adverbs. Let it rhyme. Mix those metaphors and let those participles dangle. Get nasty with it. Have fun.
To paraphrase the early 90's bard Anthony Ray, better known by his pen name, Sir Mix-A-Lot, "My anaconda don't want none unless you got puns , hun."