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What Did Oxford Do?
by
Lloyd Lofthouse
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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After seventy-three-thousand words and one-hundred-ninety-four pages, this was screaming to be written.
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After editing another author's humor since April
I scream unite and
Toss out grammar
Along with proper syntax
While returning to an Elizabethan style
Where hoarse can be horse, hors, horz, whors
All meaning the same thing on the same page
As periods and commas becoming extinct
While writing upside down and in the margins.
These modern hours of blurry tradition
To keep the anal-retentive silent in their literary caves
Started four hundred years ago,
Spawning endless stylebooks
Loaded with nightmares that rule
Exploring for exploding errors.
Googling proper nouns;
Checking spelling more than once is
A pain in the back
That should be abandoned
For story telling the old fashioned way
Around campfires
Keeping Carpel Tunnel Syndrome from being invented
Along with the word processor.
Sigh, I am halfway there.
Whatever that means.
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| Reviewed by Juliet Waldron |
9/7/2009 |
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I think I getcha. I just started to "read" someone's book and ran into this problem almost immediately. It's not going to be a "reading task," at all... Oh, Lord, I do empathize!
(BTW one of my fav's--in my own preoccupied 18th world--is "Elicks" for "Alex.") |
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| Reviewed by J'nia Fowler |
8/31/2009 |
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| Well said. J'nia |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
8/30/2009 |
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| Let's hope it means Freedom, Lloyd. -gene. |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
8/30/2009 |
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Excellent, Lloyd - enjoyed reading this. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
8/29/2009 |
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I appreciate your point of view, Lloyd. Thank you for sharing it. I love a good story told aloud. Love and peace,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
8/29/2009 |
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Well said, Lloyd, well said!
John |
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