'A Man of few words'. You think?

This was my introduction during the years I could be considered a young boy. Delivered by my mother, usually once my conversation skills had come to an abrupt end 20 seconds into meeting a family member for the first time since I was young enough to get away with having bowel movements free of any care for where I was. For the record, I don't remember being this young. Not off the top of my head anyway..

In essence then, this was Mother coming to my rescue. Like a Marvel Avenger, swooping down to save the day. And most of the time I was alright anyway. Because when you have an elder brother who can speak as well as mine, all you need do was stick to him like glue. This guaranteed your safety.  

The young shy me though, never really considered this descriptive. Take it at face value and it suggests simply, that one doesn't speak much. With a little thought though, what it should have been was, 'a man of few vocalised words'. Because everyone has words. Words are our means of expression. Our thoughts can be dreamed in words. Our media. TV shows. Music libraries. Traditional type libraries.. 

We all have words. And I should think that none of us really stand out as having less or more than the next person. All that separates us from one another is our collection of words, the way we piece them together and the mediums through which we share them (or not, as the case may be).

As a blogger come aspiring career writer, I do have words. A mental library load. As well as folded up peices of A4 paper with scribbles all over them. You might catch me at the back of the bus for example, with my headphones in and such a peice of folded paper, scribbling down a clever lyric from a track...looking like I'm trying to re-enact the scene from Eminem's, 8 Mile.. "Will a fake Slim Shady please stand up". 

Inside my mental library you'll find copious quanitities of lyrics. When you choose to love rap music you're destined to fill your head with words. The epic wordplay of a Lil Wayne metaphor. Or the sheer, mind-boggling number of words on the Kamikaze album by Twista - of which, I'm pretty confident in claiming to know at least 90% of. As would my young Brother of Badassery, Theo. And 'B-Boy Way Too D', Darius. Even House Music Miles can go to the sounds of Sunshine, I'm sure of it.

Then comes the books. Not my own words. But words birth words. Give rise to thoughts and stories to share. Christmas saw me take home a neat little haul. Rappers, Jay-Z & Winston Churchill. Thats pretty Gangsta Santa, I must say.

 

Here lies the reason behind my absence from the blog for the inauguration of this New Year. Having my nose in an zinger of a biography of Winston Churchill, by Boris Johnson. And subsequently composing a piece myself for potential online publishing. While reading, it became necessity to keep a pen and paper nearby. Reason being that Bojo seems to know more great words you never heard of than an Oxford Dictionary. A seriously colossal vocabulary. You'd be a certified nutcase were you to class yourself an aspiring writer and not take down these words. Hence I now have a few pages of minute handwritten words and an Evernote note entitled, 'Bojo's Dictionary', to define them all.

It has been a good way to begin a new year. The books of these slightly more old age (but not old old) Christmas Day's, give new thoughts to accompany you into the New Year. As well as providing one with an opportunity to push closer to achieving an actual career! One word I yoinked from Bojo was Megalopsychia. A Greek expression meaning 'greatness of soul'. He of course used it to describe Winston. But I don't see why we can't all adopt it for ourselves as a motto for our New Year..