Michal's ruminating on the concept of enlarging his unimpressive Fiction Corpus with some prose fiction; cites fatigue
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I accept the viability of exercising English as a global standard. I do doubt the customary fashion in which the English tongue is taught.
Honing one's knowledge of a language isn't like making a stronger brace. A language - a spoken language - is not just a tool that you can learn to manipulate with greater amounts of precision. A common tongue can't be severed from the shared logic of a clan of people 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. A proper instructor has to develop a plan for introducing it; the smartest pupil ventures out to seek it.
A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. A decent dictionary will describe words on the basis of a specific corpus, a body of writing of various scope and consistency. This corpus may contain everything from a book about literature to some really short stories online. I suffered many a sleepless night creating my "tremendous" Fiction Corpus in order to form a precise 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 drawn up a million words and I have evaluated them, reframing them - not just to teach an American tongue but to reveal the human spirit, and to pressure that spirit or soul 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...
On Monday, I arrived in Europe. By Wednesday I had bought a car. By Friday I had met the woman who a few months later would end up having travelling 6,000 miles across Europe with me.
I had come to Europe to experience European naturism, a movement whose philosophy matched my aesthetic of body acceptance and whose organizational structure and leadership I had thought almost exclusively restricted to the western half of the continent. I was shocked to learn that naturism had an official home in Poland, a country not especially known for its liberal culture. I was less shocked to discover that the home was owned by a Dutchman, but even more shocked to learn that it had been largely built by Margo.
I had grown up in America. Land of opportunity. I came of age in the booming 90s when everything was possible. She had grown up in Poland. She had come of age at a time when the Soviets were making sure that there wasn't even anything to eat in the country. I couldn't even properly translate the word "opportunity" into Polish.
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 Mercy
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 mercy in some kind of way.
If you want to communicate an idea using the word mercy, 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 mercy is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.
Pronunciation of Mercy
I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word mercy.
Video of me pronouncing "mercy."
Definition of Mercy
I have yet to publish the definition of mercy.
I'm sure it won't take too long.
Common use of mercy in illustrative example sentences
I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word mercy.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word mercy.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word mercy.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word mercy.
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Usage of Mercy 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 mercy.
That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.
Table of Frequency for the Word "Mercy."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word mercyand 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 mercy, 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.
Author's Note
"Mercy" does not make an appearance in Death to Mcdonalds.
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.
"Oh Lord," he said. "Have mercy on Your humble servant; he suffers, Lord - like You! Oh Lord! On the Holy Cross, Lord, have mercy on me! Let me not suffer so much! Let me do my work, Lord! I am Your servant. I am Yours to command. Lord, please: let me do your bidding! Oh Mama!" Jesus yelled. "Pray to the Lord, Mama. Let Him heal me. Please: I loved you always. You were always my mother, Mama - please! Lord, have mercy on me: I am Your servant. I remember my oath. Tell my father I remember: I will stop him - her - Zeus - Oh Lord! Whatever! Please: just let me go. Let me go wherever I have to go. I will do it. I will do it. I will go to Mars, Lord. I will go there if you let me. Oh Lord: let me see the morning! Let me see the morning, Lord! If you don't help me, Lord, I don't think I'll see the morning."
Was it a miracle? or the Devil? Divine justice? or temptation? Was it a gift? or a test? Divine mercy? Providence? Was it a fluke? What was it? What made that man's bladder contract?
Your paternal grandfather's greatest moments came with his worst, most ambitious failures. In courts of all systems, from Europe to the United States, on his wife's behalf, he brought suits against the Polish Health Service for failing to inform her parents that their beautiful but unborn child was, unfortunately, asthmatic, thereby preventing her beloved parents from choosing to be merciful in a world of no mercy by preventing such a fetus from ever being born into a world where the very air would make her suffer interminably. If not for the negligence of the Polish Health Service, her parents would've spared their daughter this pain and misery that now she must suffer every single goddamn day of her life. They would've done what any reasonable person would have done: like the great bonus paterfamilias, they would've aborted her! They would've thrown her into the trash bin like any truly loving parent would have done - but, now that she was alive and suffering, the Polish Health Service was to blame: for his wife's wrongful life, she must now be compensated!
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.
One more thing: be comforted. You've confessed to me the philosophical nature of your impotence. And I make clear to you that I too must suffer for my standards. I appreciate your feelings. I know them intimately. Your qualities will stand you in good stead with Indiana.
In the fullest of confidence, I make my closing: may the kind and merciful Lord have mercy on you; may he keep you in his heart: to love and protect you and to give you understanding.
Then, turning to the keys, I began presto con fuoco: the first chord; and then: the second chord, a moment before I dashing madly across the keys my fingers flying ran the crescendo up in haste: no love to feel, no love to seize, my heart dying of disease - no time to waste - headlong falling into a pool and treading water, trying to swim, trying to leave but something pulling, pulling down, I forced my way up and out, climbing but slipping, falling, and then regaining myself and then stopping now...ritenuto...oh ritenuto: give me God's mercy: give me God's mercy: give me a moment now, end me my heartache now, end me my heart, for back I go dashing madly across the keys - my fingers flying ran the crescendo up in haste: no love to feel, no love to seize, my heart dying of disease - no time to waste - headlong falling into a pool and treading water, trying to swim, trying to leave but something pulling, pulling down, I forced my way up and out, climbing but slipping, falling, and then regaining myself and then stopping now...ritenuto...oh ritenuto: give me God's mercy: give me God's mercy: give me a moment now, end me my heartache now, end me my heart...now.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 2, Prayer & The Reformation, Section 13, The Role of Music, Paragraph 6, Clause 1
By the time I returned to that love seat, Nike was discussing something entirely different. I sat down, not paying attention, staring directly in front of me until I could no longer resist the temptation. Macy was being silent, and my head turned itself back to his. And there they were: set in a face of sharpness, transfixing their prey, poking through the heavy brows of a lowered face, a sorcerer's face; as he prepared his incantations, there they stood, ready at arms, two cauldrons of steaming black tar, two very cold celestial discs, two empty orbs that wanted possession of two separate worlds, two very wide walnut eyes waiting to crack, two pleading for mercy, two coaxing, too ready to resist.
End this agitato. End this agitato. End this crescendo, diminuendo, crescendo poco a poco reaching the heights of human ecstasy, flittering our fingers, curling our toes and floating, floating down, too heavy to fly, shattering, and falling like rain in a million pieces down, to the ground, away from God's majesty - dashing madly across the keys my fingers flying ran the crescendo up in haste: no love to feel, no love to seize, my heart dying of disease - no time to waste - headlong falling into a pool and treading water, trying to swim, trying to leave but something pulling, pulling down, I forced my way up and out, climbing but slipping, falling, and then regaining myself and then stopping now...ritenuto...oh ritenuto: give me God's mercy: give me God's mercy: give me a moment now, end me my heartache now, end me my heart...now.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 2, Prayer & The Reformation, Section 13, The Role of Music, Paragraph 6, Clauses 2-5
Then, one more whisper of a dream; the second chord breaks. So be it. My dream must come to an end. And I am left: dashing madly across the keys - my fingers flying ran the crescendo up in haste: no love to feel, no love to seize, my heart dying of disease - no time to waste - headlong falling into a pool and treading water, trying to swim, trying to leave but something pulling, pulling down, I forced my way up and out, climbing but slipping, falling, and then regaining myself and then stopping now...ritenuto...oh ritenuto: give me God's mercy: give me God's mercy: give me a moment now, end me my heartache now, end me my heart...now.
– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 2, Prayer & The Reformation, Section 13, The Role of Music, Paragraph 8, Clauses 1-4
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.
Junior knit his eyebrows. "No," he said. "You don't understand. She's evil. She's convinced I'm planning to ask you to marry me. She'll stop at nothing to prevent it. She threatened to sabotage the company-my livelihood. I asked for mercy. She offered to make a bet. I could have my way if Clutch Bag were to win the Belmont Stakes."
The horses lined up. Crowds gathered. Bets were placed. "What am I doing?" thought Harry Connick. His knees were knocking. The saddle kept shifting back and forth.
"Please, God," prayed Junior. "I know I don't deserve Your Mercy. For the sake of those who depend upon the company, I beg You. Let Clutch Bag win. Defy the odds, Lord. Show them Your Power."
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.
(LUKE exits in a rush.)
FLETCHER: Lord, what I just said to You notwithstanding, I would humbly like to add that every man needs a pension - a patrimony - a weighing out of Your Love, Justice, and Mercy in tangible, quantifiable form. Just like Thursday October, who had to bring a garden of his own under cultivation before he could marry Susannah, I too am required of a small gift of Your Grace - a modest portion of your bounty - so that I can be called Man and share in Your Fatherhood.
– ACT II, lines 252-252
MS. JACKSON: I have favored your justice at the expense of your love and your mercy. I'm sorry.
– ACT I, line 1051
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
(ALICE grimaces and rubs her neck again.)
FLETCHER: You really did strain it.
ALICE: It's fine.
FLETCHER: It's not. Come on. Kokomo has a bunch of differently scented oils. You can have your pick.
ALICE: It seems you've got me at your mercy.
FLETCHER: You won't regret it - neither will your neck.
ALICE: We'll see.
FLETCHER: You're welcome. It's too bad Kokomo's not here. She's the expert.
A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.
The people are the ones who set me free. I don't care how you twist it. I didn't stir people up. My father didn't stir people up. He explained to them what happened. I did what I had to do. I wasn't about to be punished for something people just didn't understand. People didn't want to understand what happened. They've got more important things to worry about. But at least they listened. My father told them not to take his last child and they had mercy. For him. Not for me. They would've killed me.
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 mercy 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 "mercy." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal
Life is a spinning sphere with Joy at one pole and Sadness at the other. Each continuously feeding its pair. Joy flanked by the emotions of Trust on one side, Surprise on the other. Trust leading to Anticipation; anticipation leading to Fear. Surprise leading to Disgust; disgust leading to Anger. Anger and Fear fueling our Sadness. Sadness giving way, in time, to Joy; through Hope, an orientation towards Love. Love, an openness towards Joy, Trust and Surprise; the sum of emotion; emotion amplified by others. Multiplied and divided, in equal parts. Such that to those from whom it has been subtracted, we must add. Until we are whole.
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