Ah, I like this, Edmund,
>perhaps: "sticks and stones may reach my bones but words will always breach
>me"
except I like the sound of "sticks and stones may break my bones but words
will always breach me," that's a brilliant choice, "breach" with all of its variant
meanings, or perhaps its variant connotations, since it's an 'opening made by
breaking' 'the state of being ignored' 'an opening or gap' as in a fortress wall,
but also 'the act of breaking or of aiding another to break into or out of", not
just a rupture, split, but "an interruption or suspension of" the continuance of
the expected, "the action of the breaking of waves" a "creek" and "surf, breakers"
and the "leap of a whale out of the water," and also too with its associations of
difficult birth.
so thanks, and yes, you're right about the refrain being the thinnest of hopes in
the playground,
best,
Rebecca
---- Original message ----
>Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2005 18:12:21 +0000
>From: Edmund Hardy <[log in to unmask]>
>Subject: Re: Hi and little magazines
>To: [log in to unmask]
>
>This is at the heart of so much -
>
>>Like that playground refrain "sticks and stones may hurt my bones,
>>but words will never hurt me" and yet it has always seemed to me they do,
>>embedding in the skin of feeling, though they have the power to touch in
>>other
>>ways as well, and it is often just that, some phrase that is like a nexus
>>of various
>>elements.
>
>- and the playground refrain always felt like a thin hope against the
>violence of bad words! It does seem, or it IS that words are tactile, or
>they are part fleshy tunnel, part projectile.
>
>perhaps: "sticks and stones may reach my bones but words will always breach
>me"
>
>Edmund
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