Some time ago I wrote a post about collecting words, creating word hoards, and what a good activity it is for writers. Recently I haven’t been very disciplined about recording them, but here are a few from my collection:
- A murder of rooks
- Sontagsleere (from the German, Sunday emptiness or melancholy)
I like the sound or the feel in the mouth of these words, or in the case of the German word, how it captures a particular feeling.
I love being introduced to derivations and connections of words and that’s why on train journeys I often listen to the podcast Something Rhymes with Purple in which Susie Dent and Gyles Brandreth talk about words and language.
And here is a book in which the stories demonstrate over and over again the power of the word, the author’s inventiveness, her creativity with individual words.
Public Library and other stories by Ali Smith (2015) published by Hamish Hamilton
Here is another book which will delight lovers of words. Robert Macfarlane has burrowed into the languages of the natural world to give us eleven glossaries of landscape. Many of these words of are in danger of being lost. The final list is a ‘gift glossary’ of words sent to him since the publication of the first edition in 2015.
Landmarks by Robert Macfarlane, published by Penguin. The 2016 edition has the additional glossary.
And I hope you have not missed the wonder that is The Lost Words. This collection aims to reinstate words that are being lost from children’s lives and dictionaries. And the illustrations make real the preciousness of the things and their words.
The Lost Words by Jackie Morris and Robert Macfarlane. Hamish Hamilton (2017).
Here are titles of five unwritten short stories I have collected.
- Singing without knowing the words
- Hunted by Cows
- Don’t Poke the Bear
- A Plain, Motherly kind of Woman
I have no story in mind for any of these titles, I just like the possibilities created by them.
And from rock music I note these:
‘I gave up my life of crime.
I gave it to a friend of mine.’
Two lines from a song by Josh Ritter I think.
My current favourite is from Terry Allen, from a song called I Left Myself Today
There is a wonderful rhyme: smear/mirror. And a great list of things he didn’t do (float, fly, transcend). And then comes the punchline: ‘I just walked out on me, again’.
Sentiment resonates and word play delights. Great combination.
In praise of … word hoards (December 2016)