As I typed the date for today's post, I realized that 30 years ago today I moved to this part of Michigan. Wow. I think I just felt an artery harden. Or maybe it was a root. I seem to have put down a few.
Hey, I learned a new word recently: "rhopalic." It basically means something that gets subsequently longer. It was first applied to poetry where each line of the poem grew longer, but was then also applied to the number of syllables in a word. The Washington Post Style section recently held a contest to come up with a sentence where each subsequent word was one *letter* longer than the last. Here are a few results that tickled my fancy.
Go out west, urged Taylor swiftly.
My bra fits lower, darnit, because gravity's heartless.
The weak vegan senses: Sauteed reindeer satisfies completely!
King Midas dreamt, feeling giltless.
Palin writes notably readable biography: Republican womanifesto.
"I Am Sam, Play Again" ... Seuss's rhyming revision refreshes "Casablanca."
U Nu, the only Burma leader elected, provides countless palindrome enthusiasts interminable entertainment.
"Oh, you heel!" cried direly injured Achilles.
"I do," she says. Groom silent.
I am not with child, merely heavier. Imbecile.
[selected from the Washington Post Style Invitational]
WONDER for YOUR WEEK: Is it mere coincidence that "silent" and "listen" are spelled using the same letters?