Michal is thinking about the soundness of beefing up his whopping Fiction Corpus with a fable about fiction writing; cites fatigue
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I accept the potential of using English as a common language for the world. I don't accept the unsurprising modus operandi by which the English language is taught.
Reenforcing one's mastery of a language isn't like promoting a stronger mast. A language - a living language - isn't merely a tool that you can learn to wield with greater amounts of precision. A spoken tongue can not be dissociated from the professed knowledge of a community 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.
To make a pupil recite English is to deprive him of its cultural context. A good teacher must create a strategy for introducing it; the prudent pupil ventures out to seek it.
A dictionary has the potential to be an influential tool. The best dictionaries define words based on a particular corpus, a body of written works of varying size and consistency. A corpus can contain anything from a book about literature to an entire set of british literature books. I lost many a night developing my "humongous" Fiction Corpus to form a specific 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 pieced together a million words and I have indexed them, reframing them - not merely to teach the English language but to reveal the human spirit, and to encourage that soul or spirit not just to recite but to happen.
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...
Europe, the summer of 2011. Twelve countries. 46 days. One car. One tent. One man. One woman he's just met.
As an artist inspired by a young woman's struggle with self-esteem and bulimia, body acceptance had always featured prominently in my aesthetic. Having recently discovered naturism and its mantra of body acceptance in the United States, I was eager to explore the style and philosophy of naturist clubs and the beauty of naturist campsites in Europe. By a trick of fate, I found myself first in Bielsko-Biała, Poland. Margo's home.
From America I brought with me the American can-do spirit. She saw the car that I had bought, the terrible camp stove I had borrowed, and my sundry canned goods and challenged me to make-do. In my optimism I assured her that if we lacked for anything I would make up the difference. She assured me that if she lacked for anything she would find her way to the nearest airport and fly home. Luckily that never happened.
I've never been married. I've never been divorced. I've never had kids. I've never lost my kids. That doesn't mean I can't try to understand somebody who has. By listening to Margo during our trip across Europe I started to consider her needs as if they were my own. I may not have been in a position to satisfy all of those needs, but I was able to shut up and put my own needs aside if I had to for at least 6,000 miles. We all need to be listened to and it is the one need that we all have a duty to satisfy. When somebody prays to another human, as a human you have a duty to listen. Humanity needs to start teaching itself that skill.
6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger
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 Creature
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 creature in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word creature, 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 creature is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Creature
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word creature.
Video of me pronouncing "creature."
Definition of Creature
I have yet to publish the definition of creature.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of creature in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word creature.
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I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word creature.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word creature.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word creature.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word creature.
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Usage of Creature in Michal's Fiction Corpus
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.
I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word creature.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Creature."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word creatureand 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.
Percent Increase over next rank
RANK
WORD
Frequency
TOTAL # of occurences
MCDONALDS
JESUS
SEX
TSIGA
JACKSON
DINGBATS
dense
competitive
modern/sloppy
biblical/terse
poetic/high-brow
hard/fast
talky
mixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word creature, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal
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 #5275
every fruit has a pit. every mammal has a tit. and the way the law is writ. every creature takes a shit.
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.
By the end of that year, the Governor-general's office and person were gone. In their place reigned a most bizarre and unfamiliar creature: the red, green and blue flag of Revolution. Nobody on Earth or anyplace else for that matter knew about it - not yet. In fact, nobody knew anything. All contact was lost with the red planet: the whole thing just fell silent. The last ships to leave were quarantined once they arrived in Earth's orbit; their crews were interrogated. Nobody seemed to know much - that's what the Americans claimed.
Simply put, at the time, I had no idea what I was doing or where it would lead. I was not in control, despite exhibiting extraordinary amounts of it - which may have been what allured that strange creature to me in the first place. It was a desperate creature I faced: a creature deprived of something I couldn't understand: deprived of self: lacking self. It was lost under a cloud of something unknowable: a fog of unhappy sunshine pollution: photochemical smog. It was confusion personified. It was infancy: unripe and unwilling to ripen - needy and restive - ungrateful, unapologetic, and unlearned - demanding - fascinating - irresistible - not yet a woman, it was a woman - it wanted to be a woman - it wanted to be a mother - it was unfit for motherhood - it deserved it, avoided it, wanted it, rejected it - it was a human being - it embraced it - it was everything at once - too much and too little - it lacked a little prudence to be honest, but, as the product of a genius Creator God, it was a work of art - mysterious when penetrated. It was not a simple woman, to the say the least.
Before long, the store was closed. No more did your father sit there and sell stockings once in a while. No more did he wait outside every Monday morning, looking for Baron Cohen-Krupnik, wondering what the hell that sign was all about: that emaciated black bitch with three pendulous teats and a rat's tail - what kind of familiar could that creature be?
"No, I didn't. I just killed an ant. Ants aren't God; they're ants." What pathetic silliness, I thought to myself. Who could not pity the poor creature who says such silly things with such apparent conviction? and then indulges her own silliness! What cheek! What brash contempt towards one's self! It was pitiable and wretched: it made me sad.
That night, it was not a sheep I saw, and yet, I stared at it like the hungry wolf - the lonely wolf. It was a rare breed I had the privilege to behold, the kind that demands attention and respect. I gave both in overwhelming and puzzling varieties, which came to be received with what seemed like bewildered embarrassment. It was confused: my little, monkey-owning friend. With what strange regard that man - that English-speaking man - who came from nowhere whipping my poor, unfortunate monkey with his shirt and then, sitting right across from me, toasting me with his mug, avoids my eyes for a while until he catches them, unexpectedly, holding them with a smile, a genuine smile: that cannot be denied - compliments me, the creature must have thought, and again, and again, as I kept repeating the maneuver with apparent innocence.
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.
Father Nike was taken to the cloister and told to wait. From the arcade, he looked out onto the courtyard. It was beautifully maintained. There were familiar plants all around, including some not so familiar which Nike was not sure about. But he touched them all delicately, and, whispering their names if he knew them, he gave the plants his most sincere greetings. "Hello creatures," he said. "Are you ready to witness my happiness?"
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 6, The Sixth Day, Part 1, Children & Education Reform, Section 7, Becoming Obedient, Paragraph 1
I began to wonder whether Luka might not be as timid, or shall we say, as easily persuaded, as the man who shares both his name and his friendship to Nike - that is to say, his potential counterpart in America. It would prove quite a success for Nike, because that creature which we call Luke, after befriending, or shall we say, becoming side-kick to Nike, became sort of a lackey for everyone - until of course, the situation became so egregious that even Nike felt sorry for him, and he began forcing himself to treat Luke with a little more respect - but, unlike Luke, Luka is not an insecure young man: he is a man approaching middle age, with technical expertise in computers and programming, a skill that continues to give him steady employment (for the time being, he says) but which up till now has granted him a sizeable income, and - thanks to France - plenty of vacation, which means that Luka has also pursued his favorite hobby quite seriously, leading to his present claim of status as gentleman-farmer, which Nike can only jokingly dispute, since his current partner has indeed accumulated plenty of produce and livestock, gradually investing less of his time in programming and more of his money into establishing a lively homestead outside of Paris - a very attractive location, especially for a household whose most recent member is a cousin of Nike's, a man who - as we know - is not only in Paris with nothing to do, but who appreciates the sweetly buzzing sound of success, and there is no doubt that Luka will soon outgrow his current small-holdings, especially if both Nike and his cousin have something to do with it.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 3, Comparing Men, Paragraph 7
These were the only thoughts that Nike was entertaining, especially when he was waiting to be interrogated. He didn't know what time it was or how long he had been or would be waiting. He didn't care. Thanks to his father, he knew all the tricks of the trade, and much worse besides: things these creatures would never dare to attempt. So, when the door opened behind him, our Nike did not feel the slightest apprehension. He simply yearned for his beloved, waiting for the chance to say something to her, do something for her - but what? he didn't know, nor could he expect anything. So be it, he thought. He would have to surprise himself.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 1, Family & Welfare Reform, Section 5, Being an Ass, Paragraph 1
If he were to catch so much as a look between the two of you, do you have any idea what his reaction would be? You cannot underestimate the importance of a look. It was a look that you shared with Indiana all those years ago that has now refined everything I once knew. Looks are very potent creatures. They will define a course of action, they will spur it, and, at any moment, if their master so desire, a terrible look will cause a once determined person to abandon any hope of success. Do not forget what a stern face can do. If you must, remind yourself in the mirror, and keep this knowledge handy; there is more power in the face than in either hand, more truth in the eye than in any utterance known to man. That is the last word of advice I will allow myself; I seem to have grown so much older since I first began writing this letter.
I had to save her - and soon! because it suddenly occurred to me that the whole room was now in conspiracy to let this creature fall. Perhaps, like me, they were all smitten by the terrible beauty of the moment, but I am not so generous. If they were thinking at all, they were relishing the terrible possibilities of her fate. With time quickly running out, I let my long-standing hatred of our generation break the surface and infect my countenance. I shot Luke the meanest look I think I've ever given him. I expected him to do absolutely nothing, or else to do something stupid: I don't know: like raise the bid an extra five dollars after a beggar had raised it twenty - but no: instead, he yelled out a hundred and five dollars so quickly that I was physically surprised.
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.
Bei gathered her courage. She feigned excitement. She ran to tell Fu the news. Fu was, at first, suspicious. Her vanity soon got the better of her. They went to the beach. They encountered two creatures covered in mud. A chain of crab legs dangled over each of their eyes. Each of their heads was covered with a crown of claws. Fu whispered, "I don't like it."
The creature came back. It was holding a map. It pointed to one of the power facilities. Neal refused to look at it. The creature circled it with a pen. It tried shoving the map into Neal's hands. He wouldn't take it. He told Tatum it was time to go. He headed towards the door.
Tatum took out the PDA. She played the video for the Manga person. She asked it if the murderer looked familiar. The creature shook its head. Neal moaned, "She doesn't know anything. Come on."
Tatum stared at the alien. She asked, "Are you Admiral Flava Flav?" The creature puckered its mouth. It started sucking in air with a loud, continuous squeak. After a moment, the sound sputtered into a series of quick smacks. Tatum realized it was laughing.
The man smiled. "Di tin we de meik di pikcha? Luk." He nodded towards the side. Tatum turned her head. A small Manga person emerged from the shadows. A PDA was in its hand. Tatum looked back at the man crouching at her feet. She huffed contemptuously. She turned to take possession. The creature was gone.
Shaq fell backwards. His laugh echoed across the pool. "E go kwik. E veks. Di tin we de meik di pikcha na wahala. Bad fo di biznes. E de no kom bak."
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.
"Creature" does not make an appearance in Sorry Miss Jackson.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
Light seeps in. A tunneling creature has freed us. We are lifted on the breeze. I leave my bags behind. I must cling to my comrade. For an instant a field lies ahead. Then the sky. Then the backs of doves. I wonder carelessly if we are approaching heaven but the spinning keeps its relentless pace.
"You're going to be a mommy." The girl's head fell. Orbitz removed her from the cage. He lifted her parasitic abdomen. He found the poison gland. He took out an electric cauterizer and inserted it into the hole. The creature twitched. Orbitz pushed her into the small box. He closed it. He looked at the men. They were dead. He took the box and left.
Orbitz drove to Austin. He dropped off the box at a mechanic's shop. The man in the office assured him smuggling the creature would be no problem. It might be done by the end of the day. Orbitz took exception to that. He took out the cauterizing agent. He told the man if the poison gland isn't cauterized every day somebody would come to cauterize him. The man quietly nodded.
"I sacrificed the universe," said Orbitz. "Our son will be there to see me do it." Sara Lee caressed Orbitz's hand. It was agony. "We don't have much time," said Orbitz. "Listen carefully. A creature will come aboard the Nautilus. It was born to a Astrazeneca princess of the royal blood. It is an extremely powerful telepath. If it sees you or a live image of you and knows where you are it is capable of receiving a picture of your thoughts in its mind. It doesn't matter how far away you are. Its brain works like a natural quantum entangler. It cannot be blocked."
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 creature that appears in the pair.
Type
WORD
Frequency
TOTAL # of occurences
MCDONALDS
JESUS
SEX
TSIGA
JACKSON
DINGBATS
modern/sloppy
biblical/terse
poetic/high-brow
hard/fast
talky
mixed salad
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "creature." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
If a 45-year-old businesswoman and hard working mother of three kids is going to pose nude for a calendar, it's gonna have to be a good one. Margo didn't start a coffee shop called the Vagina Cafe to win her favors from the establishment. Even as she dishes out prizes to the 20 women who placed last in the twentienth anniversary run of her town's biggest road race, her business, unlike everyone else, doesn't get mentioned. She was an official sponsor for Christ's sake! But the announcer just couldn't swallow his patriarchy and get the words "Vagina Cafe" out of his mouth. That's not something a proper gentleman would say in front of a crowd of humble God-fearing "ladies" who cherish their modesty! And a Body Acceptance Calendar is certainly not what a humble God-fearing book-seller like a Barnes and Noble would put on their shelves! So how do I expect to sell this in the mainstream? Maybe if you download the free versions a thousand billion times it might help. Start downloading.
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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.
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