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a prepositional proposition

[freshman]Which part of speech do you gravitate toward? Do you speak in simple sentences and relish a short, punchy verb? Do you express life's zest by searching for just the right string of adjectives? Do you like to keep your options open by extending your companion's sentence with a conjunction and an independent clause?

Aren't you dying to know what this may say about you?

The eight parts of speech have been rattling around in my head since I started my new career as an English teacher. Last year, I began to see that people exhibit (how to say this?) issues with different parts of speech. As I paid closer attention to what I was hearing, I began to see also that people's fundamental outlooks on life may be reflected in the parts of speech they favor or stumble over. I haven't developed a personality test yet that surpasses Mary Kay's lipstick color test, but perhaps I approach that level of comprehensiveness and scientific rigor with my

Parts of Speech Personality Indicator (PoSPI)

The test: Go about your day wired for sound if you don’t already make this a practice. Ask subjects to speak clearly into your lapel or carnation. Spend several hours each night transcribing your tapes and circling patterns you find in parts of speech. Apply the following PoSPI matrix against your findings.

Nouns, whatever. Indicators: Nouns. There’s no avoiding nouns. Or at least there’s no avoiding the need for them. Some people can’t find them, though, and compensate with “doohickie” (regional), “whatchamacallit” (obsolete), or “what’s-her-name.” These people aren’t just having senior moments. They’ve been groping for nouns all their lives.

Personality: Nouns, whatever people gravitate toward complexity and theory. They can be absentminded, and may misplace objects as easily as they misplace the words that name objects. They can be reserved but are apt to pontificate on any subject that interests them (and there are many) at the drop of a hat. Grasping for elusive nouns sometimes takes the bite out of their rhetorical flourishes, and their speech sometimes has an unintended comic effect. They are kind and sensitive people, overall, mindful of society’s expectations and usually outwardly compliant unless a belief they care about seems threatened.

Ante pronouns. Indicators: These people lose you. A hard-core ante pronoun type may lose you in his or her first sentence. (E.g., “She found it!”) If you’re close to someone like this, you become irritated and interruptive. (E.g., “Who found what?”) (“Ante” is an editing mark for an unclear pronoun reference – the pronoun’s antecedent is not apparent.)

Personality: Ante pronoun people love to talk but hate to write. They are concrete thinkers but not overly given to logic. They are pillars of the community and are often preoccupied with fairness and justice. My studies indicate that 97% of the population falls into this category, but this may be more the product of my imagination.

Verb people. Indicators: Verb people relish a punchy verb and a well-turned phrase. They favor simple sentences. Their profundity seems effortless. They have little use for adverbs or adjectives. To them, modifiers of any sort smack of obfuscation.

Personality: Verb people are born risk takers. They make great leaders but more often they are loners. Ulysses S. Grant and Ernest Hemmingway may have been verb people.

Adjective expressionists. Indicators: Adjective expressionists fill your face with their face and won’t let you go until you slow down with them long enough to take in every adjective they use to conjure up and catalog the current object of their fancy. Got it? You have to nod and slowly move for the door. A hard-core adjective expressionist will look at you quizzically between each adjective to see if you’re with him or her. You find yourself nodding and going “mmmm…mmm” just to move the adjective expressionist along, hoping you’re not committing yourself to any strange point of view in the process.

Personality: lots of it. Adjective expressionists are enthusiastic and extroverted. They often create a view of the world not entirely connected with reality, however, and so become somewhat difficult to live with.

Adverb people. Indicators: Adverb people use adverbs to recreate and mythologize people and events in a group’s mind. By choosing their adverbs carefully and pronouncing them deliberately, they help groups find meaning in seemingly everyday occurrences. For instance, an adverb person may turn a former secretary into an epic hero or a tragic figure by dint of his tale’s repetition. Adverb people give figures in their stories special nicknames that they use as advertisements for their full-blown epic version that they may favor you with when time and occasion permit. (Say you mention Ms. Summers. The adverb person stirs his coffee, arches an eyebrow and says, “You mean ‘Dr. Strangeglove?’” You’re free not to bite, but you know you’ll hear the story sooner or later.)

Personality: Adverb people make excellent raconteurs and are indispensable at parties. They become institutional memory, a company’s bard. You want to get in good with the adverb people if you want a positive legacy.

Prepositionists. Prepositionists favor prepositions. Prepositions speak of a cause-and-effect universe you can choose to function in or fall out of. Prepositions let you know things about the world, things you have to know to get along. Your job is to adjust, to understand your limitations, and to show as much individuality as conformity will permit. Your medicine fell under the table. You’re driving on the wrong side of the road. You came after your sister. That remark was over the top. (I borrowed most of this and most of my information on conjunctivites from my earlier post, “Unless and until.”)

Personality: Prepositionists are dutiful and moralistic. They need the assistance of a conjunctivite to broaden their outlook.

Conjunctivites. A conjunction is a grammatical contrivance evincing a far different human impulse than a preposition. Conjunctions put pieces of life together, and you have a lot of latitude there. Stick an “and” in for an “or,” and maybe you have two cookies instead of one. (My son, in fact, often holds up his index finger and says, with a slow detective-like voice, “Unless…”) Life is not preset. There are choices. You think you’ve finished a declarative sentence, but a conjunctivite may extend it, modify it, or annul it with a conjunction and a clause of some kind.

Personality: Conjunctivites have little to do with his or her society’s norms. Their thinking is as independent as some of their clauses. They seem destined for trouble but in the end change the world. They need a prepositionist (a sympathetic one, if possible) to keep them out of jail until they reach greatness.

Interjectionists. You may know an interjectionist for twenty years and still be fooled into thinking you’re having a conversation with him or her. While you are replying to a comment she makes, she suddenly says, “oh!” or “gosh!” and you realize she wasn’t listening to you at all. (Interjectionists really do listen to you, but your thoughts are heavily filtered by the time they are of any use to the interjectionist.) Something you didn’t say, or didn’t intend to say, may carry the day for an interjectionist. If you get strokes by how much you influence people, an interjectionist will be a constant irritant to you.

Personality: An interjectionist is unapologetically emotional and can’t abide people who hide their own emotions. They struggle with logic and live by revelation. They can be extremely insightful or extremely confused, often within the same minute.

The PoSPI, like most pain in life, also may be self-administered.

 

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Posted August 2005

 
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the cassandra pages.

The drive west last week, across Vermont and into New York, was one of the most ethereal and beautiful trips I've ever made over that route. I traveled in silence, in the early morning, alone. The clouds still hung low over the Green Mountains, and a hazy fog persisted in the flatter pastures on the border between the two states south of Lake George - it would burn off later in the morning and expose the extreme heat we've had since. But in those early morning hours, the mountains and farmland were dreamy and quiet and empty as the space in which I was traveling.

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On the Slow Train.

What I had learned was folk etymology--what Wikipedia calls "A commonly held misunderstanding of the origin of a particular word, a false etymology." Folk etymologies are usually more interesting than the actual word origin. Sometimes folk etymologies can unfairly cast a bad light on some perfectly innocent words, such as picnic, or phrases such as rule of thumb. But for the most part, folk etymologies can be a lot of fun.

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[leaf]

Creature of the Shade.

But as soon as I asked it I knew she wouldn't be able to answer. I was looking for something like "north" or "west," but she, despite being a transport management professional, just didn't use such words to organize her sense of a city. She used words like "green building" and "flagpole." She could speak of left and right, but these narrative markers don't help you unless you're already on the right course.

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not native fruit.

I've just begun a new book by Susan Griffin, "Wrestling with the Angel of Democracy." So far, it lives up to Griffin's standards for exquisite reasoning and prose. She leads us through the labyrinth of her own inner experience where it meets the outer world of both history and current events. At certain points of connection with current events I remember feeling exactly what she expresses. I take it that the inference of the book's title is that, just as in the Bible story when Jacob wrestles with the angel of the Lord and will not let him go until the angel blesses him, we must now wrestle with the angel of democracy, and not let him go.

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Everydayandeverynight.com.

I'm launching my journal again for 5768/2008.

In this omer journal, I take a Jewish-mythic point-of-view which presumes that I, personally, together with all Jews past, present and future, left Egypt and stood at Mt. Sinai together. This perspective challenges each Jew to join the Jewish experience and not be limited by the actual historical time period in which one lives. This perspective places human imagination at the center of religious engagement.

Our leaving Egypt is only the beginning of our path to liberation. Free from the bonds of Pharaoh, we seek a better, more human life. We begin this journey by the shores of the Nile. We look back in awe at a sea now appearing normal after having miraculously parted. But what now?

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via negativa.

It was my birthday, and I had been given a live shrew in a box — not for a pet, but simply to admire and to photograph. I was a little disappointed at first that I didn’t get any real presents, but the shrew was an admirably fierce little creature who attacked anything thrust in its direction, and I soon appreciated the wisdom of the gesture: loaning me a fully wild creature, something that can never be owned or controlled. The idea that anyone can own anything — it’s such a delusion, isn’t it? But that’s what drives this mania of consumption imperiling the earth.

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[picture]

Mole.

Darling,
The rain you sent was mixed with snow.
I could not tell which between
The snowflakes and the apple blossom
On the black sidewalk; I woke and you were

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[Picture]

The Middlewesterner.

You see what you see. Don't beat yourself up too badly about it. Tomorrow the sky will be something different, a blue sheerness of petticoat, a shiny muslin, a white gauze.

Metaphor takes you away; it doesn't bring you back. You come back on your own if you get here at all.

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Lekshe's Mistake.

Place
is not substance, not
a point in space,
more a point in time
when the conjunction of mind
and matter create
an experience
that
makes us believe there is a spot
to which we can return.

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Marcia Bonta.

Dragoo, affectionately referred to as “Skunk Man,” has little or no sense of smell, so as a mephitologist he can easily study and live with skunks. When he wants one for his research, he chases it down, picks it up by its tail, and is liberally sprayed, because, as skunk expert Richard G. Van Gelder discovered back in the 1960s, you can only grab a skunk by the tail and escape being sprayed if you surprise the animal. Otherwise, it is able to evert its anus and expose the nipples from its huge and squishy scent sacs, which are then ready to fire even if you do pick it up by its tail.

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[child walking]

Dick Jones' Patteran Pages.

Your soft clock
scatters seconds like
peas on a drum.

A feather pulse
stutters in your
neck.

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[duck photo]

Slow Reader.

Aubrey is the guru of the Shelf Monkeys, a secret ‘book club’ to which Thomas gets invited. “Some books are simply a waste of paper, a waste of effort both to write and to read.” The flaming cover of this novel is sufficient clue to the book burnings that ensue, inspired by Fahrenheit 451. Books burnings, by the literate?! Only for books deemed not worthy by the members’ code. “We meet, we debate, we burn. It’s therapy, really.” Things escalate quickly and darkly, Lord of the Flies style, and Thomas is compelled to choose between his loyalties to his friends, literature, ethics, and his sanity.

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