Friday Writings #192: Delulu

“I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in the word.” ~ Pablo Neruda

This is one of my favorite quotes. I love what it says about language, about the relationship(s) between words and feelings and imagination and us… The first word I fell in love with was “defenestration”—so vivid, so specific, so different from “skibidi”, which according to a super delulu friend of mine is the coolest word in the world. But you know what they say, there’s no accounting for taste. Just kidding. Maybe… *cough*

Anyway, whether you like skibidi or not, language evolution is an interesting topic to stir or shake or gulp or even garnish our writings with. So, with that in mind, my dear poets and storytellers, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to write poetry or prose which explores (or includes) the following words: delulu, lewk, broligarchy.

As always, add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant, please. 369 words maximum (excluding title), for prose and for poetry. You may share old or new pieces of poetry or prose. You may write to the prompt or to a topic of your choosing. Visit other lovers of words. Read their contributions. Fill their comments with your favorite words on their words.

next week, we will invite you to “tell us something good”. We know the world is full of a lot of bad, at the moment. So, any good (even if tiny) would be great to read about.