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Matter, a cultural introduction

Getting to know the word from all angles...

Michal declines to contemplate the concept of strengthening his awe-inspiring Fiction Corpus with a history of poetry; cites fatigueDictionary icon

I have faith in the potential of enacting English as a worldwide standard. I don't accept the debilitating scheme by which the English tongue is presented for study.Pointer

Enriching one's command of a language isn't like creating a stronger wheelbarrow. A language - a common language - is not just a tool that you can teach yourself to manipulate with a greater amount of precision. A living tongue cannot be divorced from the competing values of a society of which it is a description. A language isn't recited; it happens - and keeps happening as long as a circle of people keeps using it.

Teaching a pupil to recite English is to strip him of its cultural context. An informed educator must find a way to introduce it; the bravest pupil ventures out to seek it.

A dictionary can be an influential tool. A decent dictionary will define a language on the basis of a specific corpus, a set of writing of varying size and consistency. A corpus might contain anything from a book about literature to a whole bunch of adult fiction. I forged my "towering" Fiction Corpus in order to form a different kind of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in myriad forms. It is a labor of love and listening.

I have devised a million words and I have evaluated them, reformulating them - not merely to teach an American tongue but to describe the human soul, and to propel that spirit or soul not just to recite but to happen.

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The most frequently used words in Michal's Corpus that represent common acts

Help Promote Citizen Diplomacy With ArtOne of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

Strength and dignity are her clothing...

Proverbs 31:25

Author's Note: I have been enjoined from sharing the details of my true romance adventure until such time that the other party is prepared to present her perspective on the affair arrangement...Pointer

My plane touched down in Poland on June 20th. A month later I was in Austria. Two days later, Slovenia. The next day, Croatia. A week later, Italy. The next day, Switzerland. The next day, France. The next day, Germany. The next day, Belgium. The next day, Holland. All with a woman I had met my first weekend on the Continent.

Though I felt fully formed as a writer, and had been trained in visual language, it was my first time with a professional camera in my hands. I was just learning the ins and outs and had come to Europe to find as diverse a selection of subject matter as possible, preferably something that fit my aesthetic devotion to promoting body acceptance. Enter Margo.

As an American, I was full of optimism and confidence bordering on recklessness. I was ready to run the wheels off the car I had just bought and eventually I would. As a European, she was cautious and mistrustful. She needed to make sure the air conditioner worked. Which it did. If you knew how to turn the broken knob in just the right way.

As far apart culturally as we may have been, we spent 6,000 miles in one car. We spent over 40 nights in one tent. We started learning how to listen to each other. We started learning how to accept our differences and how to let them help us instead of driving us apart. Slowly but surely, we started learning how to beat the devils that abuse us.

One of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

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During our trip across Europe, Margo very bravely opened up to me and to the camera. It was a difficult thing to do considering the scars that she carries. I wanted to share with the world her often joyful, often sad, often angry but always liberating experience except that the Internet is full of pictures of naked women and men and full of trolls who abuse them.

I realized that what I really need to point out is not the openness that Margo and I cultivated between ourselves, but the darkness that continues to surround us. When I censor nudity, I do so in a way that does not compromise the integrity of the human body. In censoring the photographs that Margo and I took during our trip, I was quick to notice that in those pictures where Margo was at her most open, at her most unguarded and most relaxed, in a word, when she was herself and basking in the sun I was forced to blacken her completely.

Why does our society drive people into darkness? Why can we not accept ourselves as we are? Why can we not accept our bodies? Have we truly become eunuchs? Or are we capable of defying the sickness that pits us against each other? Together we could conquer the devils that abuse us.

Whether you enjoy being nude or not, whether you've been photographed nude or not, but especially if, for you, like for Margo, it's something you never thought you would do, consider submitting your own photograph to be published in a censored manner as a form of protest against the ubiquitous presence of the human body on the internet, naked or not, that is published and duplicated ad infinitum without context and without regard for the identity or the needs of the individual being depicted.

Michal's Dictionary:
Understanding the word Matter

A word can represent many things. First and foremost it represents a type of gesture. A specific way of speaking. A specific way of inscribing a mark. A specific way of moving your hand. To know one of these kinds of gestures is to know how to pronounce the word matter in some kind of way.

If you want to communicate an idea using the word matter, you will need to know what other people are made to think when you make the gesture. You will never have complete awareness of or control over the associations or identities that are invoked by a set of words, but you can know what was and what is a single word's jointly accepted definition, at least for a given place, thereby tracing a direction which will help you to understand what kinds of associations and identities are driving its use.

By using the word yourself, you enter into a long-standing albeit oftentimes unconscious debate over its definition, forever entangling yourself into the history of its use. The way you use it, and which other words you use it with carries weight.

The more you know about where the word matter is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.

Pronunciation of MatterMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word matter.

Video of me pronouncing "matter."

Definition of MatterMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of matter.

I'm sure it won't take too long.

Common use of matter in illustrative example sentencesMargo on a trampoline

  1. It doesn't matter what you say. He's going to do what he thinks is best.

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  2. This is a matter for the police. I'm calling them right now.

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Usage of Matter in Michal's Fiction CorpusMargo on a trampoline

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Michal's Fiction Corpus of Acceptance Literature (FiCAL) is presented under the Bare Bottom imprint. It is currently comprised of six bodies of work, each representing a different pillar of culture and incorporating a wide variety of writhing styles.

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Matter, a morphological approach

I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word matter.

That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.

Table of Frequency for the Word "Matter."

This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word matterand any of its morphological derivations appears in the Fiction Corpus, along with a breakdown of frequency by title, the respective rank of each word in the complete list of all words in the Corpus, as calculated both densely and competitively, as well as the percent increase in frequency of the word over the frequency of the next lowest rank in the complete list.

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Percent Increase over next rankRANKWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
densecompetitivemodern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word matter, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Matter in Death to McDonalds

An aerial view of Dodger Stadium in the foreground, with an imaginary partially submerged Los Angeles behind

A story bible for a comic book series set in a post climate-change California narrated by eight characters who live through a natural disaster that sinks Los Angeles and triggers a war with an expansionist Mexican government covertly supported by China.

Frame #1261

not matter how much a woman working among men feels like she fits in shes still left out. even if she has a ruger strapped to her thigh.

JC Penney

9 August, 6:54 PM

Frame #5599

ive never sailed a float plane. its not easy. if i add power i turn downwind. no matter what i do with the air rudder. must be the current.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

27 November, 7:53 AM

Frame #4138

becky says she can prove conspiracy. bellflower is the key. reddit says if bellfower can show the injections are legal what does it matter.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

28 September, 9:28 AM

Frame #118

barrys secretary has the biggest most permanent scowl ive ever seen. it doesnt matter what shes saying its there.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

27 July, 12:58 PM

Frame #3402

pandora's mood is improved. its cause todays our last day. she likes to end things on a high note no matter what. even though shes still mad.

JC Penney

5 September, 11:33 AM

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Usage of Matter in The Gospel of Jesus H.

A picture of the planet Mars

An experimental science fiction Christology that makes Jesus the hard boiled narrator of his own early years on a bizarro earth made dark by volcanic ash and informally ruled by a man from Mars who sells bottled air.

IT IS INFORMED ACCORDING TO ARTICLE 61 STATUTE 4 OF THE ADMINISTRATIVE PROCEDURE CODE THAT, BY THE REQUEST OF THE SOCIAL BUILDING ASSOCIATION 'EURO' LIMITED-LIABILITY COMPANY, REPRESENTED BY ITS CHAIRMAN OF THE BOARD, MR. SIGMUND BARTKOWSKI, PROCEDURE HAS BEEN INITIATED IN THE MATTER OF CONFERRING A DECISION CONCERNING THE BUILDING CONDITIONS FOR THE INVESTMENT CONSISTING OF THE CONSTRUCTION OF A FOUR-STORY ABOVEGROUND RESIDENTIAL-SERVICE COLLECTIVE IN A QUARTERLY ARRANGEMENT, THE CONSTRUCTION OF AN UNDERGROUND OR GROUND-LEVEL GARAGE, AND THE NECESSARY TECHNICAL INFRASTRUCTURE. THE PLANNED INVESTMENT IS LOCATED ON LOTS NUMBER 16,17,18,19/6,19/7, PART OF LOT 19/10 AM-15 IN TREBNITZ AT THE INTERSECTION OF - right behind Jesus's building, where the brick wall joined with the concrete wall: where the people urinated!

Verse 81 from the chapter called Bohemia

"I don't know, Zoe. Honestly, I don't know. But no matter what happens, I want you to trust me, alright?" Jesus stared into her big, beautiful brown eyes. "I need you to trust me."

Verse 904 from the chapter called Security

What was she doing - Zoe Guderian? She was hiding. From what? Mirrors? The encroachments of fat? From whom? Her childhood friend - now her fiancé? Her fiancé's shady relatives? An alcoholic mother? An abusive father? Reporters? She was looking for something. For what? Anonymity? Relief? Safety? For whom? A mysterious man? God? She was looking for your father. She was looking for someone brave, someone to lead her away from oblivion, away from those feelings that threatened her, those terrible feelings inside her head that isolated her, that made her - the woman inside - disappear like gold in royal water, which the alchemists used from the thirteenth century - and which they still use! - to dissolve the strongest metals, no matter how noble they might be called, and which the mad scientists named aqua regia for its power, which they formed by mixing one part nitric acid with three parts hydrochloric, which, in a place like the stomach, is necessary for human digestion, but which, when vomited into the urn and concentrated, burns the throat and makes a woman's voice sound harsh and painful; when gold is lost in royal water, it burns the hand that tries to gather it.

Verse 259 from the chapter called Security

It was sensational. Jesus was sought for questioning by the Procurator-general. Unfortunately, nobody knew his address. His dead grandmother's apartment had been repossessed by the State Treasury while Jesus languished in temporary arrest. He was gone. Stalin and his men claimed they knew nothing. "He's just my consultant," said Stalin. "I don't know where he lives." Without an address, the Procurator-general was helpless. His secretary was the only person helping him out. Without a warrant, nobody else was going to try to find the man. No warrant was forthcoming. There wasn't a judge in Poland who was going to risk both his reputation and his life (probably) to issue an arrest warrant for a man who, by and large, was achieving mythic status among the public - especially not on the basis of a single man's testimony, which, after all, was being believed, but, because it was being believed, was being reviled along with the man who gave it. There was nothing that the Procurator-general could do. His subpoena was useless if it couldn't be delivered. "Forget about it," his colleagues must have said. After all, the Reserve Army had granted immunity to all of his men. No trial on the charge of treason was going to take place. The State 'had no further interest in prosecuting this case.' Officially, the Procurator-general's office said, "This matter is being referred," which meant, unofficially, being placed at the bottom of the list and forgotten.

Verse 202 from the chapter called Security

"They've got a bouncer," he said, "who stands in front of the door to the stairs non-stop. He's a big one. He doesn't even need to check a list. He knows everybody who's allowed up inside the lounge or whatever. New people have to be introduced always - no matter what - even if you're part of a group and you're having all kinds of fun, he's not gonna let you just sneak on by. I've seen it. The deejay booth's all the way on the other side of the dance floor, but I've seen it. All I have to do is flash the LED lights. Then that whole place back there lights up like a goddamn carnival. Otherwise, it's too dark to see anything.

Verse 231 from the chapter called Security

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Usage of Matter in Sex for Children

A drawing of a man between a woman's legs in front of another man in a hospital bed

A literature book narrated by a pair of siblings on either side of the Atlantic whose profoundly weird sexual experiences pose a serious challenge to their traditional understanding of mathematicians, marriage, gay young men and God.

But by describing this malaise, I do not mean to imply that these people are accustomed to death - that is a good thing if they have it; my suspicion is that many of these people - and not just in the hospital but outside as well - many of these people walking around are unaccustomed to life. I'm not sure what I mean - perhaps I mean that these people are too familiar with their pedestrian existence - but no matter what I mean, I do have the feeling that many of the patients here would know what I'm trying to describe - I'm sure those people have plenty of poetry to share - but they are not in this room with me, are they? They are not locked in a room with a sleeping dead man; nor do I think they are trying to give their sisters poetry. They are trying to survive, and that is plenty poetic for anyone.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 2, Poetics, Paragraph 6, Clauses 5-8

Tonight, it was the audience room, and the doorman went through a set of double doors on the opposite wall. Nike was left standing alone - but the door behind him was still open, and, as Nike was well aware, many armed men were standing guard in the hallway. He was forced to stand and wait. Fighting the urge to examine the drawings - they were interesting, but completely beside the point - Nike was getting impatient: he desperately wanted to find that woman.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 5, The Fifth Day, Part 2, Science & Reform Schools, Section 14, Getting to the Heart of a Matter, Paragraph 51

He was taken to a room with drawings - many of them I recognized: by Rodin: Cambodian dancers. The rest of them were unknown, but, then again, the room was dimly lit: perhaps there wasn't enough light for me to recognize them. It was very strange: all the lamps had huge, heavy lampshades on them; they were positioned all around the room, which was very spacious, not very cluttered; there was a lot of furniture along the walls, but most of the space was unoccupied. Perhaps they had orgies here, but not tonight.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 5, The Fifth Day, Part 2, Science & Reform Schools, Section 14, Getting to the Heart of a Matter, Paragraph 50

In the end, what really mattered was having her older friends fawn. Except Luke, of course - he doesn't count.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 7, Dating a Woman with Dogs, Paragraph 2, Clauses 5-7

When the double doors opened, he saw an eighty-pound woman (with gigantic, brown curly hair) sticking out her enormous tongue and screaming. She was flicking that gigantic tongue in his direction. And she was screaming: you could see the bones of her ribcage vibrating. She was a walking, screaming skeleton - but she rushed at Nike with ferocious energy, like the murderously hungry lion - that's what she was: a hungry lion: sick and emaciated. I would say lioness, but that would be assuming too much. You really couldn't tell what that creature was. She was naked, but there was some sort of external genitalia, large and heavy - God knows what it was. Anyway, the only piece of anything touching her body was a thick iron collar. It was attached, by a very long chain, to something coming through the double doors. It was only this chain that prevented her from attacking Nike, and he was very grateful.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 5, The Fifth Day, Part 2, Science & Reform Schools, Section 14, Getting to the Heart of a Matter, Paragraph 53

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Usage of Matter in Tsiga Tsiga Tsiga

Bullets whizzing by a statue of Nikola Tesla

A collection of stories featuring a sexy Parisian ghost, a spooky Moon base full of vagina-faced aliens, a policeman with an Irish name, a truck full of watermelons, a flautist, and a man who has to see another man about a diseased horse.

She was the type of girl his mother would want him to marry. She was rich, sophisticated, charming, articulate, white, Protestant, not to mention sexually adventurous. It didn't matter she was in her forties. The problem was she was already married.

"You're what?" asked Junior, panting.

– from “A Horse Named Clutch Bag,” an inspiring story featuring a man with a mean mother

They reached the refrigerators. It took an enormous amount of concentration to open the door. They each grabbed a plastic jug of water. As soon as liquid touched their lips, their heads were seemingly pulled from the sand. Each gulp brought them a step closer to steady ground. Half the water ended up on the floor. It didn't matter. They wanted to bathe in its coolness. The jugs were empty within seconds. They took fresh ones. Shephard turned to the speechless clerk. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll clean it up."

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story featuring a lot of sand

As proficient as he was, there was something odd about Purse. He almost worked too hard, the way some nutjobs perpetually address the ball even though the hole is only two inches away. "What's the matter," asked Junior. He playfully tickled the bottom of his wingman's clubhead. "Can't you find your shot?" Purse grimaced. Junior realized his palm was sticky. Things turned awkward.

– from “A Horse Named Clutch Bag,” an inspiring story featuring a man who found a pair

The earth refused to stay completely still. With great trepidation, Gog and Magog approached the foot of the mountain. As the sun began to set, Gog started a fire. His consort surveyed the day's progress.

"There's something funny about this ridge," she said. The ground was cracked like a dried-out river bed. She kicked at it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make it crumble.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story featuring a man who believes he can reach the gods

Neither one would budge. His mother called the boy Lorenzo. Manfredo called him Lothario. Ferrari himself had been named after a character in Boccaccio's Il Decamerone, though his father had probably never read anything by Boccaccio, or by anyone at all for that matter. He had heard it from an erudite and completely accidental drinking partner. His usual associates were not the literary type.

– from “Italy Sucks and Has Sucked For A Long Time,” an adventure story featuring a man who didn't like what he saw

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Usage of Matter in Sorry Ms. Jackson

Chiseled letters from an ancient stone tablet hanging on a wall

A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.

KOKOMO: It is. I keep telling you that.

FLETCHER: Maybe for Catholics: you have thousands of years of ritual to fall back on: Popes and bishops to decide for you.

KOKOMO: That's not fair.

FLETCHER: I'm supposed to be my own priest.

KOKOMO: Maybe you should start praying.

FLETCHER: For what? For the will to become Catholic?

KOKOMO: You know what I am. You've taken the time to study what my faith requires. I'm overjoyed by that. I realize it angers you sometimes. You need to remember it isn't about priests or prayer or sacraments or the Bible or saints or miracles or doctrine or creed. It's not even about salvation. It's about sacrifice. If you, Fletcher Christian, are not willing to place yourself into the hands of God - to submit yourself to His Divine Mercy - then nothing else matters and there will never be any happiness between us.

FLETCHER: I see that.

KOKOMO: You don't see it.

FLETCHER: How can you tell?

– ACT I, lines 1342-1351

FLETCHER: What?

ALICE: You wouldn't stick me up in one of your precious pine trees, would you?

FLETCHER: Not if you stop.

ALICE: What's the matter? Don't you like your native tongue?

FLETCHER: You have no idea how many times I've had to repeat stupid phrases for guests.

ALICE: I'm sorry. I keep forgetting that you're a-

FLETCHER: What? A native? That's alright. I'm white and I speak English.

ALICE: It's funny, isn't it? Norfuk: half-Tahitian, half-eighteenth-century English.

FLETCHER: It's got its charm.

ALICE: I wonder what Pitcairn was like when the mutineers got there with their wives.

– ACT I, lines 602-611

FLETCHER: Good. My mother's been trying to stop her. I don't blame her for that. I feel sorry for the poor girl. Her story is a sad one. Kokomo's grandmother was raped by the Japanese while they were occupying the island of Upolu in Western Samoa. That's where Kokomo was born. Her mother was the product of that horrendous crime. Though they were the victims, both mother and child were ostracized by their tribe. Even after her mother had grown up, only the Catholic priest would take pity on them. Kokomo was the product of that pity. Eventually, she went to American Samoa to work as a prostitute for the tuna canners. One day, she came home with fifty thousand dollars and a baby. It turned out her pimp had threatened to kill her if she didn't have an abortion. Unfortunately, Kokomo made the ill-advised decision, once the baby came, to run away with the pimp's money. He ended up tracking her down. When he showed up at the mother's hut, Kokomo, in a state of pure shock, burned the money. The guy flipped out, killed her mother, slit the baby's throat, burned down the hut and forced her onto his boat. On their way to Pago Pago, they were hijacked by a bunch of pirates from Fiji. They killed the pimp and then realized he didn't have anything worthwhile except for the girl. While they stood around, trying to decide what to do, Kokomo offered them the greatest sex they would ever have in their entire lives: on the condition that they release her. They figured: why not? They could do whatever they wanted with her no matter what happened. Kokomo blew their minds. They were so satisfied, they stuck to the deal. They let her go in Fiji, where they begged her to stay and work as a prostitute. Kokomo agreed to do it, but only until she made up the fifty thousand dollars that she burned: the money that killed her mother and her newborn baby.

– ACT I, line 770

(FLETCHER exits.)

ALICE: Boy problems?

KOKOMO: It's nothing.

ALICE: Is he being bashful?

KOKOMO: It's slightly more complicated than that, but I suppose.

ALICE: Boys are always bashful around girls they like. They're even worse when they're in love. It doesn't matter how bold they think they are with village flirts. When they're with a girl they really care about, they're either too coy or too serious.

– ACT I, lines 1364-1368

LUKE: (to ALICE)

I'll explain later.

MS. JACKSON: How dare you invade this house? You idiot! What were you trying to do? Rape my cook? Don't tell me she was expecting you. You weren't expecting him, were you?

KOKOMO: No.

MS. JACKSON: You were trying to seduce her. My God! With a sudden invasion of the sofa bed? Not even an imbecile would consider that an effective strategy. You've lost your wits completely, haven't you? Pathetic. If you're so desperate for sex, why don't you try buying some attention?

GREY GOOSE: I admit that there have been a few times in the past couple years when I thought my vow of fidelity to you had long since expired. There may even have been a few times when I looked after a nice bit of flesh. Despite that, I've never been unfaithful to you, Ms. Jackson, no matter what you might think. As for this, I won't deny what I was after - and have been after for too long now - which is, namely, to sleep in my own bed, whether or not your cook or your lover or anyone else is in it at the time - and that, my dear, is a matter of your own construction.

MS. JACKSON: You deserved to be expelled. Do you think I enjoyed getting looks in town? Complimenting my dress, were they? You promised me you had never fooled around and that you never would. Now I know every single word they ever uttered about you is true. How could you? After all we've been through? I loved you.

FLETCHER: Come on.

GREY GOOSE: Wait. I've got some more to say. I confess I earned somewhat of a reputation in my day - for reasons mostly beyond my control, like my virility and my instinctual desire to perform well.

FLETCHER: Don't screw it up.

– ACT II, lines 347-355

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Usage of Matter in Miscellaneous Dingbats

The title of the book at the end of a string of miscellaneous dingbats

A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.

On the next day one of the old men was back. I asked him to come inside but he stayed at the window. He wanted to know where I was from. I gave him a brief history of my country and we started arguing over European aid to Africa and whether the Soviet Union was right to have ever been there. It seemed like no matter what I said I was wrong. At least the man treated me like a civil human being. Until he got angry with me and left. I went back to teaching my imaginary class.

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story that isn't factual and yet is very true no matter who you are

Indiana broke it off. She looked down. That was it. I faced forward. I waited. I thought about how confused you would be to see me. You would ask, "Back so soon?" I wondered what I would say. It didn't matter.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may ease one's fears depending on your outlook

The librarian found Grendel crying. She asked Grendel what the matter was but Grendel wouldn't say. She kept clutching her breasts and wincing. The librarian told Grendel to come back the next day. She would have something for her.

– from “Little Grendel's First Hair,” a fairy tale story where the unthinkable happens not entirely unlike the real world

I often wonder why the cruelty imposed on my brothers was necessary for my story. If not for what happened to Barack I would never have been frightened out of Moscow. I would never have had the courage to walk into the unknown. If Barack was not forced to live a life of constant pain, I would not have the life of love I enjoy with my wife. How can I thank him for that?

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story that should give us hope no matter who we are

I was glad I had the chocolates. I handed them out on the minibus. It was a good thing I had the towel too. It was pouring rain by the time the village headman took me to my room. It was a little cabin next to his barn. He had to run a cord from his house to run the refrigerator. The stove ran on gas bottles which the headman was willing to sell me. If it hadn't been raining, I wouldn't have known there was a leak right over my bed. At least not until I was sleeping in it.

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story that describes life on this world no matter where you live

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Collocation of Matter in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Matter."

This table lists in descending order of frequency a selection of word pairs that appear in the Fiction Corpus and groups them according to the morphological derivation of the word matter that appears in the pair.

TypeWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
modern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "matter." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal

Love is the answer...

What are we waiting for? Let's accept it!

Are you a eunuch?

The art show that defies abuse

Still Life, Patriarchy

Contemporary wall art to remind us that Father always says Father knows best

To promote democracy, the strong must empty themselves of their strength. The weak must be granted the opportunity to grow strong. We cannot force the end of patriarchy. To do so simply perpetuates feudalism under a different name.

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Help me keep the "Matter" page alive...

If you love women and art...

Michal is importing Polish art...is he touched?

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  1. T-shirt fundraiser for sale

    Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser for sale.

    Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed. Pointer

    From a set of, I believe, twenty produced by Margo and given out to a portion of the last 20 women to finish the 20th anniversary Fiat Road Race in Bielsko-Biała, cf. the movie. This is the last one left in it's original packaging and my supporters - like the poor women of Bielsko - are going to have to fight for it. Whoever invests the most money with me, and who lets me borrow it to invest in the next lot, will not only be rewarded with some beautiful piece of art, but will get this priceless t-shirt as a reward for being my top supporter. $1000.00 or best offer. Remember to authorize me to hold the sum as credit against a future purchase and to authorize me to borrow against it.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #1 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  2. Felt handbag for sale

    Handcrafted felt handbag for sale.

    Felt bag by Dorota. Pointer

    Entirely hand-sewn. Base: polyester felt, 100% PE. Motif: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Unique and inimitable design. Inside: cotton fabric, closes with zipper, inside pocket. Available now for $220.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #2 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  3. Decorative collar for sale

    Handcrafted decorative collar for sale.

    Decorative collar by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Ethnic layered cloth jewelry constructed on a cotton base and adorned with ribbons, tassels, and a yellow fringe. Fastened on the side with 11 buttons, fitted entirely with a pleasant lining. The style is an Indo-Asian-African multinational color combination. The collar is very extravagant and an extraordinary addition to any clothing, guaranteed to attract attention. Just a simple dress and a unique image is ready. Dry-cleaning recommended. Available now for $200.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #3 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  4. Seamless handbag for sale

    Handcrafted seamless handbag for sale.

    Handbag by Sylwia. Pointer

    Handmade from felted all-natural Australian and South American wool. Entirely felted, seamless. Finished with a white lining, inside is a small pocket. Lining is sewn and stitched in by hand. Available now for $180.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #4 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  5. Patchwork quilt for sale

    Handcrafted patchwork quilt for sale.

    Patchwork quilt by Alicja. Pointer

    Bedspread made of cotton and polyester material. Inserted with polyester lining. 90 by 70 cm. Available now for $120.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #5 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  6. Nuno-felt shawl for sale

    Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl for sale.

    Shawl by Sylwia. Pointer

    Scarf made ​​with the nuno felting technique (wet felting fibre into a silk gauze) using South American wool. Two-sided scarf with latticework at the ends. Wholly in the colors red, black, green in an abstract pattern. Available now for $100.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #6 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  7. Clara the doll for sale

    Handcrafted clara the doll for sale.

    Clara by Alicja. Pointer

    Clara loves roses and greenery, adores tormenting spiders with long legs and sleeping soundly in the afternoon. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #7 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  8. Noah the doll for sale

    Handcrafted noah the doll for sale.

    Noah by Alicja. Pointer

    Noah doesn't know what to like and what not to like but keeps wondering and thinking about it. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #8 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  9. Black suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted black suspenders for sale.

    Black suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders from black material with a rose motif on one side and striped cotton on the other. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #9 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  10. Orange suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted orange suspenders for sale.

    Orange suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and orange material with a Polish floral folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #10 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  11. Green suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted green suspenders for sale.

    Green suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #11 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  12. Felt earrings for sale

    Handcrafted felt earrings for sale.

    Felt earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Pendant of anti-allergenic metal. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #12 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  13. Round ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted round ceramic earrings for sale.

    Round ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #13 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  14. Oblong ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings for sale.

    Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #14 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  15. 'Coral' necklace for sale

    Handcrafted 'coral' necklace for sale.

    Corals by Sylwia. Pointer

    Necklace made ​​of cotton pieces with organdy and decorated with beads, suspended on cotton strings. Can be worn as a necklace, as a brooch or as a belt tied at the side. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #15 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser
Handcrafted felt handbag
Handcrafted decorative collar
Handcrafted seamless handbag
Handcrafted patchwork quilt
Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl
Handcrafted clara the doll
Handcrafted noah the doll
Handcrafted black suspenders
Handcrafted orange suspenders
Handcrafted green suspenders
Handcrafted felt earrings
Handcrafted round ceramic earrings
Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings
Handcrafted 'coral' necklace