Verbosity
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Have I said to much? Or was it too little? It seems the latter is hardly possible with 1200 words. But a good deal of water passes under the bridge while the sun rises and sets 696 times.
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There was a time when a great many words were a sign of high intelligence and good communication. But in the Information Age, there is more value in being concise. Less is more. In fact today, writing without brevity is akin to pompous airs. My god, how I love pomposities!! Forgive me and do not shoot the horses. Brevity may be the soul of wit, but a wall of well written text can be a garden into which one may linger for an afternoon, a day or even a lifetime.
I do know those that pad word counts simply to give the appearance of substance. And yet there is little analogy or metaphor, a lack of clear focus or goal and truly not much is conveyed and what is tends to be obfuscated by poor sentence structure and flow. Yes, there exist men who will always use 3 words when one will do, say everything twice and repeat themselves for the joy of hearing their own voice.
But not here, my friends!!! Here is neither a place of austerity nor one of bloated hyperbole and pointless chatter. It is my wish simply and poetically to record what I perceive as a clever collection of synaptic connections.
So my words were sometimes terse, but more often generous and slow. One may argue, even unnecessary at times.
Welcoming comments and critique since 1984
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