Word

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There it was, word for word,
The poem that took the place of a mountain.


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 – Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)
 – The Poem That Took the Place of a Mountain [1952], st. I

Words are like prodigies. They may want to stay inside where it is safe and warm but they'll never live if they never play outside...and find themselves lost in the cold.

I think that Word is one of these strange softwares that can do anything except what you think it can do. It's not possible to write with this thing, but you can spend your day goofing with toolbars or including all types of spreadsheets or multimedia or even use it as the worst HTML-Editor ever.

I prefer ASCII, really.

Spaces define which letters go together to make up a word.

Rotor is a fine palindrome, thought Frank Leigh Dearie as he ambled down the Lost Highway.

Without another word spoken on either side, the lodger took from his great trunk, a kind of temple, shining as of polished silver, and placed it carefully on the table.

Isn't it weird that words work as well as they do? Think about it.

And then some more words come along and a paragraph is born.

In the beginning was the word, and the word was 32 bits.

The word on my mind right now is >>weekend<<. It's only a few hours away!

I can't wait to get away from this office!!

“Be careful what you say—you may have to eat your words.”

I don’t think so much about eating my words as about wearing them. When someone sees me, the words come back to haunt like a miasma around me. No matter how colourful my dress, bad words turn everything grey and muddy brown.

Think how much acceptance Mary showed when she said:

»Let it be done to me according to thy word.«

A word has the power to define, to bind, to create, to destroy. Truely, a poet has power undreamt of by kings.

A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds.