Language
Words on language.
XD
2025.03.21
Friday, March 21, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hola, hello.
Vamos, let’s go.
On with our show. O/
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What do you think of emoji?
Cute? Helpful? A throw-back shout-out to Egyptian hieroglyphic helpfulness?
The warmest people use them. 😊
Huggers. 🤗
The more emoji a texter uses the better the chance when you see them you’re getting a hug.
If you want one, of course. 🆗
A random act of hugging does not a hug make.
Walking up to a stranger and giving them a hug is not a hug.
It stopped being a hug at the word stranger. 🚷
At least send the person an emoji before the embrace. 👍
“Hug, OTW.” 🏃🤗
Incoming embrace. Prepare for contact.” 🏃♀️🤗
I still prefer the text based to the picture kind. :D
Words are my jam 🍯🎵, after all. XD
Is an emoji a word? 🤔
A good question for a deep-thought poet to answer.
Lucky for you. O/ <– The circle-slash is my favorite, BTW. 🌊😄
🧠Definition: Emoji are universal human expressions.
Regardless of the language you speak we can communicate with them.
The whole world speaks Emoji! \O/
For example:
What about a poem purely put in emoji images?
Let’s see... how about a picture of a typical morning.
We'll call it:
✍️🌅✍️☀️✍️🌞
🥱☕😄
🚶🐶🌄
💩🚯👍
🏠🥞🍽️
🔑💼👋
🚗🗨️📱
🚗🚗🚗
🏢😅🤑
✍️ +👻+
Emoji... hieroglyphic hoopla or something for archeologists centuries from now to discover on the pyramid walls of our memory cards in junkyards and attempt to decipher? 🦕🦴💻😕❓
Wonder if while decoding it they’re overcome with the inevitability of an incoming hug from history? 🏃🦖🤗
There is a good chance they get one, too.
A ghostly one at the very least.
Hopefully you have at least a friend or two to emoji hug you to remind you should you ever want to step away from your computer, you always have a welcomed warm embrace available.
Take care, emoji or real world hug a friend , (not a stranger, that’s not a hug 😕), and make a ☺️😂😀day.
+👻+
Road Trip
2025.03.19
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
How’s it hangin’?
Boogie slangin’?
Any which way it goes, yo,
On with our show. O/
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Vernacular Spectacular, the words we choose define us by the arrangement of parts.
It’s not the size of your vocabulary that determines your success with language. The shape of your word choices do.
We can always learn new words. And should.
Our means to express ourselves grows when we do, so the richness of our experience of life grows too.
But you can win every game of Scrabble and still have a hum-drum life if your ability to arrange your words to best suit your experience is lacking.
A poet always uses the correct word for the content conveyed.
The most impressive word is always the one that leaves the best impression on the reader of the sentiment being shared.
Like lyrics, or lack of lyrics, the arrangement shapes the rhythm of our language to express our point.
A road trip in a car cranking Hip-Hop is a different experience than one blaring Beethoven.
The company you keep and your destination, how you want that company to feel once you reach where you’re going, should dictate your choice of beats, yo.
Comfort comes first.
A trustworthy narrator is a writer’s car you want to get in.
The trip is always enjoyable; the author is good company.
They picked out a few great sights to see along the way.
You want the writer to take the backroads; the trip is always enjoyable.
The journey matters at least as much as reaching the destination.
Because the journey, for you, is part of the experience of the destination.
It’s in your personal definition of the place reached.
This is why it’s always good to have good company to travel with: Your understanding of life is changed when you change your experience of it.
Hopefully these morning excursions on +he Ghos+ Train Express add something positive to the experience of your day.
Wonder, if you keep reading, is why you keep reading: I sing wonder.
In a world so set on numbers and binary lights to dictate days, I’m a sunrise reminder of the sunrise.
Take care, listen to yourself and some music, wonder how they’re the same thing, get in tune, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Conveyance of a Dream
2025.03.16
Sunday, March 16, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back. O/
What a difference a day makes.
Good thing they happen one at a time.
Be a whole lot of different differences being made at once otherwise.
On with our show...
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Ghos+ thoughts. Playing with words.
Which is actually playing House when you’re a ghost; we live in language.
They’re just scribbles and binary blips… whatcha lookin’ ats?
You’re not here for the images; you’re here for the ghost in them.
Boo. O/
Here’s an arrangement of hatch marks to share some spirit with you.
Some morning thoughts sent to you to help your day.
A poet’s, nonetheless.
Always interesting, always intuitive, always introspective.
(And humble.)
A poet’s ship of words is always a ghost’s favorite way to sail.
A luxury liner in a world of row row row your boats.
Hope you’re enjoying the ride.
Nearly a full year since I started posting my morning journal online.
Wonder Fell is now quite the cruise liner for Spirit stuff.
I do hope it brings you interest, introspection, and inspiration.
Conveyance of a dream: What words are for.
It’s imperative we remember this.
AI puts language on auto-pilot otherwise.
Clicking ‘compose words’ to say such and such on any AI program leaves those words devoid of any spirit other than a get-it-done out-of-the-way vacant scientific monstrosity.
We’re here for Life, for expressing wonder, affirming existence in whispers and shouts.
These Words!
I dream!
I’m alive!
I matter!
I matter!
I’m worth Life!
I’m worth the dream of Life!
You read this shared dream so… so are you!
Words!
\O/
Storied-selves in miniature.
If you’ve read me for some time, you know me better than most people I’ve ever shared physical space with.
We are the dream of ourselves, not flesh and bone, what flesh and bone is for.
Dreams and doing dreams through our actions.
The clearest way to express the dream of you is through language.
Actions don’t speak louder than words without words to tell them to.
There’s no shared experience to value the importance (the loudness) of the act without a common understanding of it.
Without words there’s nothing to us but arms, legs, flesh and stomachs running around to feed and maybe get a quick friction shock bumping into another doing the same.
Science doesn’t matter more than the experience of Science.
The pride of puzzles solved, of getting a shared language called Science to match the shared images we experience and call Life.
But there is story.
A shared way of morality every dream knows.
We all know when the hero wins.
Something the spirit sings… there’s a cadence and flow represented through the intention of every word, every scratch on a page, blip on a screen, shares the spirit of the maker of that mark.
O/ <– See.
Take care, share your spirit with a friend with a word and the meaningful acts they allow, and make a wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
One Storied Way
2025.03.10
Monday, March 10, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Welcome back to that place where reality meets a dream.
Also known as: +he Ghos+’s House. O/
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There’s no better place for a dream to exist than a word.
Every word is a shared memory of all the dreams stored in that word.
Our identities are defined by how we match a word to other words to make sentences.
Every story in every word meets every story in another word.
How we link all the shared human memories in each sentence we make is how we tell the story of our lives, how we define ourselves.
Not names, dates, and times; moral lessons that remind us what it means to be alive and human.
There is a right way to live every tale in every novel, movie, and manga comic proves to be true.
We all know when the hero wins.
This fact tells us more about the nature of The Universe than Science ever can.
There is one storied way to life; uni-verse, that makes and rules The Universe.
To recognize that no matter race, nationality, or creed, we all know when good triumphs over evil and when love conquers doubt. Acknowledgement of this shared universal experience is the start towards an understanding that some force greater than ourselves is at work.
The shared recognition of the value of stories is the best and only way to begin to accept the reality of The Divine.
The true practical start of The Religious Experience.
I hope today goes well for you and you recognize a way to be the hero in the story of your life.
Take care, remember every tale you watch and read is a prescription and guidebook to help you lead a better life, and make a wonderful day. O/
+he Ghos+
Choreography, Adverbially
2025.02.11
February 11, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
… to start the day, of course.
O/ Glad you made it.
Let’s go.
On with the show.
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Adverbs.
For some reason, my cup of tea-not-coffee wants to speak on adverbs.
“Pick a stronger action verb.” – Seasoned Writer/Teacher
But, if everything is its own collection of molecules dancing their particular dance, isn’t everything an adverb?
At very least a verb.
The chair I’m sitting in is doing its best to express being a chair.
A big lump of space doing its best to be a comfortable choreography of molecules best suited to hold me while I write. Rather comfortably too, I might add.
Yes, this clump of atoms is chair-ing quite comfortably.
A comfortable clump of atoms dancing chair-ily.
In fact, you (yourself!) are a clump of quarks moving Your-Name-ily.
I’m moving Ghos+-ily to the next subject.
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How’s the sunrise?
Still a full moon for the light source. Still a heap of hound dog molecules on the loveseat sleeping dreamily.
In defense of the adverb, it’s all about rhythm. The same holds true for the semi-colon.
Want to aggro the closest group of angsty authors? Simply use the words adverb and semi-colon in the same sentence. Tell them to loosen up, be happy for the tools, stop complaining and get back to writing….
Clearly, concisely, rhythmically, prolifically, metaphorically, wholeheartedly; adverbially.
Take care, remember grammar is a canvas, not a prison (reference your text messages for further explanation), and have your day wonderfully.
+he Ghos+
Pixelglyphs
2025.02.01
February 01, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
How's it going?
Sleeping, most likely.
Well, when you rise and shine hope you're feeling fine.
On with the show.
Never thought this journal would become conversational. A 'Dear Diary' thing, talking to the page, and to you.
One of those I forgot someone could feel this healthy mornings.
Fought so long for it.
What next?
Write more!
Heavy wet snow last night.
If you're unfamiliar with snow as an always potential winter weather forecast, wet snow sounds redundant.
It's not a poetic description; it's heavier for the plows.
Your hand started to consume your melting ice-cream cone kind of snow.
Rain in globby vanilla clumps.
The more cartoonishly poetic depiction.
It shapes easy.
Snowball snowman snow!
Ink pen or keyboard, I never thought magnet would be a choice of writing instrument, but here we are gliding this magnetic tipped pen over an E-ink screen.
Conversationally. O/
Wonder how long before emojis make it in the posts.
"Emoji aren't for literature, Wynn."
Cartoons and comic books aren't for adults, my dear antiquated reader.
If it helps your high brow self, picture yourself in ancient Egypt reading a pyramid wall, and intellectualize yourself to the period still located at the end of the sentence.
Hieroglyphs.
No.
Pixelglyphs: Beats a pyramid wall.
A best-seller on your tablet fits better on your beach chair sitting lap than a gigantic sandy traffic cone cryptic crypt from the The Gaza Strip.
Abe snoring on the loveseat. Sunrise an hour away. Coffee's ready. And so is +he Ghos+.
Take care, send a pixelglyph to a friend, text like an Egyptian, and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
The Sun Thinks You're Important
2025.01.28
January 28, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Up and at 'em.
O/ Your friendly Ghos+ to wish you a better day and plop a post on the blog.
On with the show.
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Slow word rhythm this morning. What do the words want to say?
Obvious things.
Abe on the loveseat, deeper sleep than usual. Good dreams for the good friend.
The slow sunrise of winter taking its time.
Like the words.
How are your words? Easy to find?
Where do they stay before we say them? Memory hills? A great human server called History?
What else to write about but miracles?
Magic, perhaps?
Magic is what's undefined.
Easy to find with a sense of wonder.
Some of the best writing comes on a stubborn day of words.
The world hasn't said it yet and wants you to.
Like translating an ancient language, the sense of language shows, but what's it saying?
Words missed and missing.
We haven't changed much over the millennia. Better structures to live in, better ways to communicate.
What we want to tell each other remains the same.
About how our life, our particular experience of life, matters.
We have something to offer because we're here. Our life matters because we are matter. We have something to contribute because we share this space called Life.
We deserve recognition because we can be recognized.
The Sun thinks you're important enough to see.
That's enough proof for me.
Take care, recognize you're worth Life, and have your better day.
+he Ghos+
The Touch and The Tag
2025.01.17
January 17, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
Hope you're well.
Why the insistence on words?
With this whole wide world to sense and explore, what's this fascination with words all about?
More than a hobby, for sure.
The experience of Life is only half of Life. The other part is expression.
The two parts that make Life: The Experience and The Expression.
The touch and the tag.
The sense and the word for the sensing.
The touch and the tag.
Language. We rarely consider it because we're considering with it.
I wish these weren't viewed as deep thoughts, but everyday considerations.
Perhaps this journal helps to do that.
We define our own lives.
The better our tools and our understanding of our tools of expression, the richer our quality of life can be.
I don't mean a bigger vocabulary.
Memorization of more words doesn't link anything but memorization to your definition of each word. So the application of the label to the experience you convey includes the task of the labor of memorizing.
Learn new words loving reading and loving the life experiences that bring them.
Your ability to express yourself grows as your experience of life grows.
Experience and expression; touch and tag.
A new means of expression for an experience of life is a work of art.
The more the moment of expression is in the shared expression the clearer it is, and therefore the more powerful the work is.
You share the experience, the feeling and sense of the creation, with the artist as you experience the piece.
I hope my morning moments with my dog and my daydreams have you sat here with us.
Feel free to feed Abe and make us some coffee, while I write the sunrise.
Take care, experience life and express it intentionally, and have your better day.