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Let’s pause to consider our underused word of the day. Back it bring can we, together pull all we if. Did that last sentence confuse you? On going what’s understand you once it of jist the get you’ll, there in hang. Actually, mine’s not entirely correct; the keyboard cannot type mirrored characters, and I’m treating words, not letters, as units. Exploring worth concept similar a it’s, hell the what but. So check it out and have fun with it:

WORD:
boustrophedon

PRONUNCIATION:
(boo-struh-FEED-n, -FEE-don)

MEANING:
noun: A method of writing in which lines are written alternately in opposite direction, from left to right, and right to left.

ETYMOLOGY:
From boustrophedon, literally ox-turning, referring to the movement of an ox while plowing a field, from bous (ox) and strophe (turning). It’s the same strophe that shows up in catastrophe (literally, an overturning) and apostrophe (literally, turning away, referring to the omission of a letter.

NOTES:
In such writing, each letter on the alternate lines was written as in a mirror image or rotated 180 degrees. We still do many things boustrophedonically, such as mowing the lawn, vacuuming the floor, etc. In many computer printers, such as dot-matrix and inkjet, the print head usually moves in the boustrophedon mode (though thankfully doesn’t print letters mirrored or rotated).

(andreas via wordsmith.org: source)

I don’t need no
Education.
I don’t need no
Home Depot. Pulled
Up the floorboards
In the main room.
Gonna count to
Thirty-two.
Hey!
Teachers!
Feel that binary!
All in all, it’s just a
Nuther board in the floor.
All in all, you’re just a
Nuther board in my floor.

When to flee? Who’s the fairest? Which tries fulfill? Whiskers too fuzzy? Waikiki this fall? Why take flight? Wrong the flawless. Waist to face. Will to fling. Wrists to feet. While they fry. Where’s the falafel? Water through faucet. Wrap the fun. Why the fear?

Day at a time, peas in a pod, is a crowd, on the floor, high, word memoirs, seas, is enough, lives, a perfect, the hour, noon, unlucky, fortnight, minutes of fame, sweet, only, legal, product, questions, Blackjack.

Everybody paying
Attention
Realizes
Today is
Hers.

Don’t forget tomorrows
And
Yesterdays.

Gradient
by Jace D. Albao (b. 1969)

Snow, cotton, paper, salt, suds, rice, bride, teeth, milk, moon, dove, ivory, rabbit, sugar, flag, house, light, fence, lie, ribbon, rose, collar, album, elephant, area, fog, smoke, matter, mouse, cloud, hair, shadow, lady, havens, elves, dolphin, heather, cement, ash, flannel, wool, concrete, charcoal, crow, magic, sabbath, tie, market, list, comedy, mail, sheep, cat, cloak, Friday, asphalt, box, book, limousine, pepper, ant, ebony, tuxedo, hole, death.

Almost Perfect
by Jace D. Albao (b. 1969)

He had the perfect health. Strength, vitality, the verve of youth.

He had the perfect friends. Supporters, comrades. People he trusted, people who trusted him.

He had the perfect family. Deeply rooted in a rich history of unconditional love, understanding, and acceptance.

He had the perfect companion. A better half, a mad lover, an intellectual soul mate.

He had the perfect skills. A natural talent, an unmatched mastery of his craft, a gift.

He had the perfect gig. An outlet for his expertise, a fulfillment of his art, a surface for his star to shine upon.

He had the perfect reputation. Respect and recognition, a comfortable celebrity, an enviable fame.

He had the perfect security. The safety of wealth, a financial independence, a springboard for freedom.

He had the perfect future. Wide open, promising, an agenda booked solid with happiness.

He had a freak accident.

He had a funeral.

Sometimes I Feel
by Jace D. Albao (b. 1969)

Sometimes I feel like a dog,
Brave, loyal, dirty, and abused;
Sometimes I feel like a cat,
Keen, independent, stray, withdrawn.

Sometimes I feel like a rooster,
Unequaled, punctual, loud, and obnoxious;
Sometimes I feel like a wolf,
Social, dominant, hungry, alone.

Sometimes I feel like a fish,
Free, schooled, hooked, and unfeeling;
Sometimes I feel like a fox,
Quick, smart, hunted, arcane.

Sometimes I feel like a pig,
Carefree, satisfied, lazy, and slaughtered;
Sometimes I feel like a horse,
Wild, strong, crippled, dead.

Other times I just feel like a bunny rabbit.

Circumstance.
Attraction.
Real. Right.
Drink. Dinner. Discussion.
Symmetry. Sharp. Solid. Satisfaction. Sublime.
Freedom. Fascination. Fun.
Art. Appreciation.
Luck.
Love.

Alphabenacci
by Jace D. Albao (b. 1969)

Alright. Better count carefully. Discover dynamic dialect. Ecstasy expressed. Entertainment embraced. Enthralling. For few Fibonacci fans fail forever, falling free. Great gibberish glorifies genius, generating gnarly glowing gems. Gifts gushing gratifying goals. Golden. How happily honor howls, heroically hailing hip heaviness. Initiate idioms. Invent. Inspect imagination. Just jargon jump. Knowledge kindles. Listen mindfully, noticing obviousness. Prose play. Quit quirky questioning. Read, realize, refer. Render relevance. State stimulating sentences suitably. Savor. Skills shine. Superiorly. Take time to try this terrific task today, transcending talent. Tell truthful tales. Ultimately utter uncommon understanding. Unabashed unity unfolds us. Vernacular virtuosity varies via vocabulary. Welcome wordy wisdom. Xysterized xenial. Your zone.

A sailor’s scar ails.
Social arcs. Hair coils. Chic. Class.
Colors crash. Cool. Chills.

Zero,
And
Yet
Non-stop.
Eternal.

Time.
Hour.
Our
Moment
And
Space.

Animal.
Life.
Breathing.
Absorbing
Oxygen.

Looky here!
Every fourth February
Adds an extra day at its end,
Provided the year is divisible by four.

Yet remember,
Exceptions apply:
Any year also divisible by one hundred, yet not four hundred,
Remains normal.

Lizzie Widdicombe of The New Yorker. Wrote an article about the bash. Dude, this woman is a genius. What makes me label her so? Read, count, and pay close attention.