Is It “Piqued My Interest” or “Peaked My Interest”? http://blog.dictionary.com/pique-peak-peek/ at Dictionary.com
Word Fact: Alright vs. All Right http://blog.dictionary.com/alright-vs-all-right/ at Dictionary.com
Alot vs. A lot: 9 Language Crimes to Watch Out For http://dictionary.reference.com/slideshows/usage-tips at Dictionary.com
Word Fact: Assure, Ensure & Insure http://blog.dictionary.com/assure-ensure-insure/ at Dictionary.com
Word Fact: What Is the Difference Between i.e. and e.g.? http://blog.dictionary.com/whats-the-difference-between-ie-and-eg/
Seven Wacky Words Born in the USA http://dictionary.reference.com/slideshows/sevenwacky
By May Huang
Poets employ various means to get their message across in their poems, ranging from rhyme scheme to alliteration. However, poetic meaning can also be translated visually through a form termed “concrete poetry;” indeed, numerous poets experiment with line breaks and typography to present their work in a way that ‘looks’ the way it is supposed to ‘mean.’ Here are 10 poems whose meanings lie in their appearances:
1) George Herbert – Easter Wings
Published in 1633, George Herbert’s Easter Wings is the oldest concrete poem in this list. A poem about flight in its metaphorical sense, Easter Wings aptly takes the form of a pair of wings (the likeness is even more remarkable if you rotate the poem 90 degrees to the right).
2) 40-Love by Roger McGough
The English poet Roger McGough sends readers’ eyes travelling to and fro the way a tennis ball would across…
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Yes, you are the girl with the unkempt room and poor time management. You have many things in your head, most of which are notes-to-self on what your future self should do or go to. You are a dreamer, and that means that if the guy you date isn’t like you, it’s unlikely to work out.
Don’t date a guy who doesn’t travel. He is the guy with the medicine cabinet filled with shaving cream, hair gel and toothbrushes he doesn’t use anymore. His skin is fair and soft like a baby’s, which means he doesn’t go out much or at all. He is intolerant to the sun, when in fact you love every minute you are under it, soaking each ray of sunshine into your now bronze skin. He combs and styles his hair in memorized strokes every morning (as he has been doing this for months, maybe years…
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Very interesting POV–very.
I call myself a ‘Mortician’ for want of a more succinct term in the UK for my profession, but the real job title is Anatomical Pathology Technologist. In my eight years assisting Pathologists with autopsies (post-mortems) I saw every possible face of death, and believe me none could be considered ‘beautiful’. I looked upon death every day: some days with grim determination and a sense of duty to grieving families, but other days with a sense of horror or outrage at man’s inhumanity to man, or just their sheer bad luck. Some days I’d be sated with a valuable sense of being needed at this last point in a patient’s journey, other days I’d shower long and hard to remove death’s cold touch from my flesh, drink wine to remove death’s bitter after-taste and wash my clothes twice to remove death’s hideous, cloying presence. So when I read this recent…
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