Words With wizard Friends
A term I was first introduced to by one of my favourite word wizards Steve Brophy.
This morning I was lucky enough to have a stack of epic drop into my brain.
As a wiseman once said, t’was ‘poppen’.
Some onomatopoeia I picked up from another word wizard, Idahosa Ness.
My definition of a word wizard is someone with the ability to cast spells.
Not funny how; just literally how it’s called Spelling.
And while the above two have fantastical grasps on language, Idahosa over six tongues and counting, it’s not a necessity to land in the realm of perfection to wizard.
Word Wizards aren’t cattle who can recite a TED talk word for word or else they don’t get to play TED.
They can fumble, tumble and grumble with their language and when you’re in their presence you allow them space to do so.
They’ve learnt it, so they’ve earnt it.
I’m captivated by them.
And just as powerful are the female wizards in my life.
Sara Rickards is maybe closer to the way I do the talky thing.
We’re both majority split bogan from the Central Coast and Newcastle AKA Cenny Coast and Newy with affection.
However Sara, has the ability to captivate while traversing cultures.
To bridge language, bridge narrative and quite frankly bridge being is one of Sara’s many mythical gifts.
She can dance the dance on the TED stage, while ad-libbing in nature with nature as her guide and collaborator.
She embodies the spirit of language, a remembering —
like Takako Hoshi, another wizard who leans on the mythical powers of her native Japanese, known as
The Spirit within Japanese language.
Takako’s translations are awe inspiring.
But translation sets the bar too low.
Expansion is a better fit and a paradox to boot.
sounds like kinky kitchenware.
Back on track Benny
teaches us about how the words could hold so much power.
‘Busy’ in Japanese, is something along the lines of ‘my heart is absent.’
Let that sink in for next time you tell someone “you’re busy.”
Indigenous languages teach us so much and sometimes it’s not about their additional meaning that provides the expansion.
It’s when the words don’t exist that we should listen. gottaloveagoodparadox
made you work for that.
Like ‘disability’ doesn’t exist in first people’s language here in Australia. They don’t tend to speak in terms of lack or deficit.
Ponder on that one too.
I’m so fucking blessed to be surrounded by these linguistic anomalies.
I could perhaps write a book on them.
Matt Kendall and Seb Berry, join Sara and I as we spin narratives over at Reunion.earth.
Jamie Wheal leads the poetic insights and crew of crusaders at the Flow Genome Project.
Christine McDougall weaves insights from sunrises each morning at Syntropic World.
I’ve even got a cheeky writers group that includes Steve and Takako.
The Garden where I’d be a miss not to mention the wizardry of Kristina, Rob & Leslie who make up the half dozen of us. Their words push me every day to explore the boundaries of this reality and the next.
I must finish with the originator of this gratitudinal narrative.
Steve discovers words and turns a phrase for days on his wild-ranging quest for insights.
He must have a word with the words about how he is going to play with them, because when they say ‘fuck yeah’, they come along for the ride in nothing short of synchronic harmoniousness.
‘Cadence’, ‘reverent’, ‘mysticism’ and of course the wonderous ‘signature tone’.
Where other writers may attempt to dance with these words, coming out with something that resembles well worn anal beads…
Steve strings them together like pearls.
And not the pearls sat ‘round a prehistoric oversized member of a royal family, slopping up the last of the truffle with the wrong fucken dessert spoon.
These pearls remain at the bottom of the ocean floor,
where they belong,
swimming together for eternity and singing their signature tones in unison.
If this sounds weird,
that’s all good, it is.
But Steve will appreciate this juxtaposition.
All of these linguists.
Their writing is top shelf.
If you ever get the chance to read their work you won’t regret it.
But if you wanna hit the jackpot.
Listen to them yarn.
Or better still try to line one up :)
Because their dialogue is Dom Perignon shelf*.
*I know fuck all about wankey expensive champagne and this isn’t the ending that these writers deserves, but in the spirit of free-write you get what I’m trying to get at, right?