Cam ([info]sculpin) wrote in [info]werdle,
2005-01-13 17:06:00
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The One Syllable Word Item

This post is where we write just with small words. It does not sound tough, does it? But it is, if you are not this guy. (No, he does not play quite this game in that page, but it's close. And I have seen him play this game; damn, he's good.)

Feel free to say "Bzzt!" when one of us screws up. That is half the fun. Bzzt! Bzzt! Yes, I do like that.

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[info]sculpin

January 14 2005, 01:15:45 UTC 7 years ago

Well, here we are, a place for games with words and stuff like that. What do you think of the way it is set up? Do you think it will work? Are there things you would like to see change?

[info]faintheart

January 14 2005, 01:17:27 UTC 7 years ago

Small as in parts of words, or small as in length of words, or both?

[info]sculpin

January 14 2005, 01:39:00 UTC 7 years ago

Small as in parts of words. Each word goes "thump" just once, if you see what I mean. Most of those words are not so long, but not all. "Scratched" and "strengths" would work, but my full name would not.

See, like this:

Say you have a set -- say, the set of all the forks in the world. The set must not be in that set, for it is a set, not a fork. Right? And say you have a set of all sets. That set is part of that set: it is a set, and thus is in the set of all sets. Got it so far?

So, for some sets, the set is a part of that same set. And for some sets, the set is not in that same set.

Well, then, what of those sets in which the set is not in the set, such as the set of forks? We can make a set of those. (And lo, we have!) Let us call that set S, for the sake of ease. If S is in S, then it must not be in S. And if S is not in S, it must be in S.

How strange!

Whew. Let us just say that no set S can be in that same set S, and be done with it.

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[info]sculpin

January 14 2005, 22:42:01 UTC 7 years ago

Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate
and the long held hate of Jove's proud wife,
came at last, cast out of Troy, to the coast
near Rome. The wrath of gods did test his strength
on land and sea, through that long rage. Much grief,
too, was his in war, till he should build his town
and bring his home's gods to what would soon be Rome.

Help me, O Muse, say why: why did the queen
of gods drive a man so right, so known for good
and for his love of all the gods, to so much pain?
Did he wrong the gods? Was there some slight?
Have the gods so much spite? Is that what it is to be a god?

[info]sculpin

January 14 2005, 23:06:27 UTC 7 years ago

(Jeez, place names are hard.)

[info]grouchychris

January 16 2005, 07:36:21 UTC 7 years ago

Now it's my turn to clap. You make it sound like it was meant to be that way.

[info]sculpin

January 16 2005, 09:18:49 UTC 7 years ago

Thank you! I blush.

It helped a lot that I used a book by my fave, Rolfe. He likes short words. And so do I: they sing out. As that grand old man Win once said, "Short words are best and the old words when short are best of all."

I've made a start on some lines from Book 4, the big death curse scene, but I'm stuck. How do I say that one word? "Guy who will come and stomp on the son's sons of that man what did me wrong?" Um, no. I'll have to find a way to fudge it.

[info]sculpin

January 16 2005, 09:57:34 UTC 7 years ago

O sun, who sees all the works of earth,
queen of gods, to whom my grief flows,
god of the dark moon, to whom the crossed roads
howl at night, Kind Ones, shield me, hear my prayer.
If he must come safe to land, then so he must,
if Jove wills it, though he be false
and more vile than words can say. If Jove wills it,
it is fixed. So be it. Hear my prayer.
Let war and arms drive him out, cast him out,
let him lose his son, let him beg for aid,
let him see his friends die like whipped dogs,
let him beg on his knees and cry for war's end,
let him not see the light he long hopes for,
let him fall and die, let him lie dead in the sand
for the crows. Oh, hear me as I pray to you,
I pour it out with my heart's last blood!
And you, all you of Tyre, must hate and hate
these men of Troy and all their race. Give
my dust this one laud, your hate for them: no truce,
no love, no peace, a hate that does not yield.
Rise from my bones, some fierce son of Tyre,
Hunt them with fire and sword,
Now, then, here, there, as strength comes to you,
shore set on shore, wave on wave, and war,
war, no end to war, a war passed down from son to son.

[info]grouchychris

January 16 2005, 18:23:17 UTC 7 years ago

Ouch! I would not like to be the one that that was said for.

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[info]cithra

January 17 2005, 03:58:16 UTC 7 years ago

This is where I was when the site went down. Here is what I wrote:

This is the hard one for me. To keep it short and clean. The third word wants to dress up, glom on to more thumps, change the pace.

Note how the old texts are good for this though - the tale of the Man Who Comes Home From Troy, the tale of the Danes and the Beast; these come from old lands where words are short and sharp. That church guy and his crew - the spring stuff with the rains - that too hails from a set of words old in time. Those folk with the 'x' in their name, you know - now thought base and not of worth by folk who like the three-four-five words.


It was to be next from the post Cam made where she made old words new in rhyme.

[info]sculpin

January 17 2005, 06:44:11 UTC 7 years ago

Those folks with the x in their name... eh? *blank look* Is it those "icks" of "class" that you speak of? Icks is not quite X, but close. Or do you mean the old Sax folks? Or those folks who buy that whole "I am the way and the light" thing? I don't get it.

Heh heh. Icks de class. *snort* Oh, I slay me. I read a few icks in class in my time at high school. Icks of class, ticks of Rome, you name it.

[info]cithra

January 17 2005, 18:44:06 UTC 7 years ago

The old Sax folks, they are the ones. Heh.

It is hard to shift from the long word place to this one. Brain could not split 'Sax' from 'ons', got stuck, took the "short" cut that made my thought hard to get. I blame drugs (for cold *sniff* - but I am on the mend, yay).

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[info]cithra

January 17 2005, 04:15:03 UTC 7 years ago

To reach back in time and say the words as they were meant to be - it is a gift, fine and of worth more than gold. If we were there it would be much the same, I think. The bones of the tale come through.

When did the strong turn to wrong? When the coin of plain truth was made base, I think. I post a link: what E. Blair had to say.

[info]sculpin

January 18 2005, 01:58:12 UTC 7 years ago

I guess I feel a wee bit bad re that "way and light" crack -- and I meant to say "life" I am sure, gack, though I note that there are lots of folks who say "light" and I guess I picked it up from one of them -- so, yeah, here is a psalm. (Or is it worse, a church crime, for a chick like me to mess with these words? Jack Chick would freak, no doubt. Oh well. Tough luck, Jack.) Here goes --

I am of the Lord's flock; I shall not want.
He leads me to lie down in green fields,
He brings me to still ponds,
He gives back to me my soul;
He leads me in the path of good for His name's sake.

Though I walk with death and dark on each side of me,
I fear not, for You are with me;
Your rod and staff are a balm to me.
You set a feast for me in the midst of my foes;
You streak my head with sweet oil; my cup is more than full.

I know His love and grace shall be with me all my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord for all time.

I think this is the last one for a while. *takes a bow*

[info]weemallard

January 18 2005, 07:11:48 UTC 7 years ago

He gives back to me my soul;

Wow. That feeds my heart.

I know once more (as I knew years back) how hard this game is to play, and how hard it is to play as well as you.

[info]sculpin

January 18 2005, 07:50:14 UTC 7 years ago

Thank you, Wee Aunt Duck. Will you give us a pome too?

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[info]cithra

January 18 2005, 15:16:00 UTC 7 years ago

*clap* *clap*

This makes me wish I was a fan of that poem. I have too many bags and trunks from the bad old days for that, but you have made here a work of great craft.

[info]weemallard

January 18 2005, 19:36:46 UTC 7 years ago

I feel like a cad, but I must go "Bzzt!" You have a word of two beats up there, sad to say.

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[info]sculpin

January 18 2005, 21:08:19 UTC 7 years ago

Thanks!

[info]cithra

January 18 2005, 15:09:07 UTC 7 years ago

huh.

I need a word, can you guess what it is? My brain may be all fuzz, or it may be a hard thing to find...

So, I see that 'son' works here, I see that 'man' works here, but if I were to say "I am a girl" it would not be quite right. Once more I am stuck with long words, for my sex and age (in one word), in my head. 'Queen' and 'muse' work well in their place, but that place is not mine. I could steal "Frau" from the folk of the Rhine, but that still does not seem right. My brain will not play nice, I can think of no word that is what I want. Help?

[info]sculpin

January 18 2005, 18:49:25 UTC 7 years ago

Re: huh.

It's just a hard thing to find. You have to twist your way round it. "The one in pink with the high heels" works, if she is in pink and high heels. "Gal" has been used a lot back in the old days. (I know, ick, but still.)

[info]torquemada

January 18 2005, 20:04:54 UTC 7 years ago

Re: huh.

Too there is 'femme', 'miss', and, God strike me, 'chick'.

It takes a large word list in the brain to find the right small words, I think.

[info]faintheart

February 9 2005, 20:50:18 UTC 7 years ago

Re: huh.

"Mom"? (runs off and hides)

[info]rechercher

January 19 2005, 14:57:32 UTC 7 years ago

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V X Y Z.

[info]sculpin

January 19 2005, 23:56:48 UTC 7 years ago

Now I know my A B Cs
And my brain is in a freeze.

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