Michal's deliberating on the concept of complementing his insignificant Fiction Corpus with some true stories; cites fatigue
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I accept the idea of administering English as a global lingua franca. I don't accept the unexciting modus operandi by which English is presented for study.
Fortifying one's command of a language isn't like introducing a stronger glue. A language - a living language - is not just a tool that you can learn to use with greater amounts of precision. A common tongue can not be cleaved from the philosophical currents 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 student to recite English is to cheat him out of its cultural context. A proper instructor has to have a blueprint for introducing it; the wisest student goes out to seek it.
A dictionary can be an influential tool. The best dictionaries define a language on the basis of a specific corpus, a set of written works of various scope and consistency. They might contain anything from a book about literature to a collection of top fiction novels. I burnt many candles laboring on my "gallant" Fiction Corpus in order to form a new type 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 molded a million words and I have enumerated them, reformulating them - not merely to teach American vocabulary but to reveal the human soul, 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...
Lots of people go on road trips. Not everybody criss-crosses Europe in 46 days. Especially not with a complete stranger.
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.
I had an American passport. She didn't. And the fact that I was driving a car with Polish license plates gave her ample opportunity to point out the difference. It wasn't just police and border guards who ethnically profiled me. Regular folks did it too. One campsite owner didn't shake my hand until he realized I was an American. By that point, I had trained myself to use a simplified English, something that more closely resembled what passes for a lingua franca in Europe these days. Something Margo was trying very hard to master.
Each man grows up with his own kind of poverty. Even if he's got a warm house and plenty of food and a soft bed and plenty of entertainment, there's always something that a man needs. Sometimes he just needs to be listened to, if only by the birds and the trees, but preferably by another man, even if he's an artist from America who isn't very good at listening. By learning how to listen, we learn how to cooperate. By cooperating, we build a better world. In a better world, there are no devils to abuse us. A better world doesn't lend itself to abuse because a better world is populated by people who have learned how to listen.
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 Mouth
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 mouth in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word mouth, 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 mouth is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Mouth
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word mouth.
Video of me pronouncing "mouth."
Definition of Mouth
I have yet to publish the definition of mouth.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of mouth in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word mouth.
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I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word mouth.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word mouth.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word mouth.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word mouth.
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Usage of Mouth 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 mouth.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Mouth."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word mouthand 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 mouth, 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 #4711
i have to talk to the lawyer. if the cops subpoena my espn account ill have to make sure they dont get everything. im a blabbermouth.
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.
"The first one is always the worst, and the last one can hurt, as my uncle used to say. You know, Zoe, if you keep sipping your first one, you're only prolonging the pain. You need to make your mouth numb."
She was there and radiant. She was in Group Fifteen, holding onto the thick, gray-colored electromechanical transducer wire that stretched from the priest in front to the loudspeaker being carried behind. She was supposed to be in Group Twenty-five - silly girl: what a silly girl she was! What a huge forehead - and no chin! What a beautiful silly girl: those Japanese eyes! those huge lips! that short, straight, and yet, upturned nose. That mouth of hers was hanging open. How funny it was that she couldn't close her mouth! How absurd - and yet, so valuable! So endearing! and yet, so trivial. It made her look almost innocent. Like the guilty fool, she was difficult to judge. Was she beautiful or not? Was she beautiful when she smiled? Yes, she was beautiful. Was that huge mouth of hers beautiful? Yes, it was beautiful. Was she beautiful when she puckered her tiny, little chin by crooking her humongous jaw? Well, kind of: her little chin was beautiful (it complemented, among other things, her huge forehead) but sometimes she made her chin look sort of strange, as if she were trying to make herself look ugly or else to communicate something - perhaps, befuddlement. It was very unclear - unlike her eyes, which communicated things with unabashed honesty - like curiosity, for example - or, more appropriately, the beginnings of rapture, which, in this case, made themselves evident in the wideness of her eyes, in their feigned concentration on the dirt road underneath her feet, and, especially, in the way they pushed her black pupils and brown irides into the beautiful almond-shaped corners of her lids, following that mysterious image, that masked rider, your father, dressed in black body armor, who kept watching her pass him along the side of the road as he stood waiting in the fallow field, galloping forward every time she turned back her head.
She did it. She bit down on those two slices of rye bread. She looked at me. She wiggled the sandwich around in her mouth and then pulled. She tore the bread, but not the cheese. It came sliding out - the whole slice - and flopped against her chin. I laughed - I laughed so hard, it hurt.
"I figured: if I'm going to be standing, I might as well take Communion in my hands. After all, the archbishop said, 'Alright.' So I went up and offered my cupped hands to the closest Eucharistic Minister. He hesitated, but he had to give it. The next week, my second target - this time, the concelebrant - also hesitated, but he too had to give it. The third week, I went to the main celebrant. You know what he did? He was expecting me. I approached him with my hands cupped. He said, 'The Body of Christ.' Just as I was about to say 'Amen,' that man stuffed it into my mouth. Can you believe that?
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.
"Beautiful," I said, "isn't she?" But Macy thought her mouth too small and her belly too large. He did get excited about Bruegel's encyclopedia of children's games.
"You're lying to me, bitch: come back here!" Luka unbuckled his seat belt, he unlocked his door and then he opened it. He jumped out and ran around the car. It took a while before he caught up with her.
He grabbed her cloak. Then he grabbed her arm and caught it. He wrapped his other arm around her and clamped her mouth shut.
I was about to ask him specifically if he wanted to see anything, but Nike followed up his first comment before I had a chance to speak, interrupting me as I turned to Luka and opened my mouth. "We're visiting you," he said, "not London." That comment closed my mouth.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 3, Comparing Men, Paragraph 5
The bathroom was much less filthy, and this, I thought, could only mean one thing: Luke probably had not been taking advantage of it - but I'm sure that you could think of other, equally plausible theories. Enough about Luke; I refrained from cleaning his bathroom - let's leave it at that. Letting the shower run, I washed out my mouth and sat down on the toilet.
Then he put it back on the plate. This time he ignored the crumbs on his mouth. Holding the newspaper with his left hand, he placed his right elbow on the armrest, brought his hand to his nose, pushed up his falling glasses, and leaned back in his chair. Then he started reading again; I thought to myself, "What an old man: Nike looks just like an old man. If he were wrinkly and gray - except for those minor differences, he would look exactly the same. He would do the exact same things - in fact, he will do the same things. He will be Nike many years from now. He will be older and he will not look as young, but he will still be Nike.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 1, Cancer, Paragraph 5, Clauses 8-16
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.
Tae went to his tent. He waited. Eventually, Jing appeared with her laundry. Tae sneaked upstream. He put rocks in his pockets. He tore off a reed. He stuck it in his mouth. He waded into the water. His body disappeared beneath it. He crept silently along the riverbed.
At long last, like the wisps of a ghost, Jing's calves flickered into view. Tae took one last breath. The reed slipped from his lips.
"That's why I need you. If you don't come, I have to go alone. Look at me. Do I look like a tourist to you?" Shephard grinned. "Have I ever been anything but the opposite of relaxed?"
"Don't worry. You won't go by yourself. I'll get us a car. We'll drive through Kazakhstan. We'll be in Yining before you know it."
"We have people in Yining," explained Clark. Shephard squinted again. This time, his eyes got very narrow. "We'll be taking the bus to Kashgar. We'll be making a tour of the southern rim."
Shephard's mouth slightly dropped. He started slowly shaking his head. "There aren't any groups down there."
Lorenzo never spoke. In order to communicate, he gestured. When he was thirsty, he mimicked holding a cup to his mouth. When hungry, he rubbed his belly. When he was out of bed, he didn't come when called. He didn't say anything.
The woman kicked. She tried to break free. Luka wouldn't let go. He got the fingers back inside. It was so warm. He thought, "Yes." He took the fingers out. He tugged the woman's wimple. He stuffed a bit of it into her mouth. He held it. He yanked on the veil. The crown came tumbling off. He placed the end of the black fabric on the woman's mouth. He wrapped the whole thing around. The other end was still pinned to the crown. The under-veil got into his face.
Shephard and Clark ran to their camels. The imam appeared in the portal. He was shaking his fist. Clark and Shephard rode west. At the end of the wall, they turned north. They reached the end of the complex. Ridges of sand rose in every direction. A tunnel carved its way toward the desert. Another tunnel led back to the mosque. The imam emerged at its mouth. He was still shaking his fist. Shephard kicked his heels into his camel.
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.
"Mouth" 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.
"I saw the two of them down by the court," said the young woman. She was talking about Matt and Parker. She whispered, "I think they're doing it." Jessica puckered her mouth in excitement. She was grateful to be off the grindstone. Her beer-fueled dalliance with the old man fueled giggles and shakes of the head for days. She was the youngest counselor. Barely eighteen.
I considered mentioning Matt's condoms. I thought better of it.
Shovels fall. The soldiers are done. My comrade should be dead. Like me. Yet something is heaving. Did the soldiers fail to shoot her? Does the soil not cover her mouth? Will she yet rise from the pillow of my twisted neck? There is no way I can turn my head to see. Death is helpless.
Steve O confessed what he had done to Adam. "I was licking her asshole," he said. "What's worse. I think I liked it." Adam had become by this point a comrade-in-arms. Steve O shared everything with him. Like the time he was curing his headache on the sofa. And he accidentally shot the medicine into his mouth. "What's worse," Steve O had said, "I think I liked it."
Nike tried not to smile. He failed. He opened his mouth to say something. The words wouldn't come out. "What," he said, "were" - he brought his hand to his temple - "you" - he shook his head - "doing?"
Nike passed Indiana the joint. She took a long time to get it to her mouth. She claimed she was worried about lighting her hair on fire. "It's so oily," she said. "I haven't washed it in days. Why did I tell you that? You're giving me too much to drink. What are you trying to do? Get me to sleep with you? I'm not some kind of college girl - not anymore. What am I saying? I never went to college."
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 mouth 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 "mouth." 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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