Following my exposure to the aphorism –
“People with impoverished vocabularies live emotionally impoverished lives. People with rich vocabularies have a multi-hued palette of colors with which to paint their life's experience, not only for others, but for themselves as well.” (See Yeah Innit!)
A cat with virtually no vocabulary but lots of wisdom to impart. |
I had hoped that this is a joke - because if it weren't then it is absolute Tosh, and I use the word Tosh instead of Bollocks just to show that I have a multi-hued vocabularian palette of colours. It is how & when you use words that imbues language with artistry and meaning, tinged of course with the ability to be able to be sparing in the use of words . . the more I think of this the more speechless I get!
Of course I had fallen into the spider trap of serious involuntary
kneejerk reactions, had ignored Sturgeon's Revelation that succinctly states "ninety
percent of everything is crap" and had thereby wasted precious effort and
energy in even ventilating my annoyance.
Or, to put it another way for those idiots of you with
impoverished vocabularies, why waste my time even thinking about, let alone
commenting on this garbage. But just occasionally, and Sturgeons Law
notwithstanding, it is worth doing just a bit of unpacking and I did think that
I ought to waste a little bit of time and investigate just two strands by:-
- Testing the fatuous assertion about rich vocabularies & impoverished lives, and
- Finding out who this new guru of aphorisms is and see if there are any other pearls of wisdom - or is it all really a sick joke.
Perversely taking the second task first, and you'll see why
very quickly, I discovered that Anthony Robbins, this fount of daftisms is a
6’7” giant of a man who has made his fortune out of peddling aphorisms to
audiences of willing dupes and has been “consulted by world leaders.” And if this
last unsupported statement doesn't raise an eyebrow or two then a sample of his
aphorisms should -
Having dispensed with the second task, the first task is as simple or as complex as you wish to make it, and here I give you Mitchell’s Law which states that “It is intellectually acceptable to take a crass supposition and stretch it to breaking point with the express intent to expose the idiocy of the initial supposition without resorting to tedious and elongated argument.” The inverse of Mitchell’s Law is of course to take yourself too seriously!
I draw no conclusion from these facts – and neither should you, because if you try the hair on your head will drop out and you will grow beards under each of your kneecaps - or worse, you may be tempted to become a motivational speaker.
Rather than subscribing to the idiotic view that People with impoverished vocabularies live emotionally impoverished lives I would far rather reflect on the paucity of words used by an ill –educated tramp and traveller. His name was William Henry Davies, and he used 107 words, of which 63 are unique, and ordered them into 7 rhyming couplets which read: -
What is this life if, full of care,
“The path to success is to take massive, determined action.”
“When you are grateful, fear disappears and abundance appears.”
“Why live an ordinary life, when you can live an extraordinary one"
“You can’t have a plan for your day, ‘til you have a plan for your life.”
“In life, you need either inspiration or desperation.”
“The past does not equal the future.”
“You become what you do most of the time.”
And my two favourites -
“If you can't you must, and if you must you can.”
“If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten.”
I could go on – and believe me Mr Robbins does – ad nauseum . I'm not even going to
engage with any of the forgoing rubbish, but if you want to, try googling the
fellow.
Lily is six, and has the limited vocabulary of an average six year old. Emotionally impoverished? Never! |
Liam is just one, and has a vocabulary that only he and (sometimes) his Mum and Dad can connect with. Emotionally impoverished? I really don't think so . . . |
Having dispensed with the second task, the first task is as simple or as complex as you wish to make it, and here I give you Mitchell’s Law which states that “It is intellectually acceptable to take a crass supposition and stretch it to breaking point with the express intent to expose the idiocy of the initial supposition without resorting to tedious and elongated argument.” The inverse of Mitchell’s Law is of course to take yourself too seriously!
So with the express intent of exposing suppositional idiocy
- I assume that “impoverished” in the context of vocabularies means “not a lot
of”, as against poorly represented by words with multiple syllables, or words
that might have drifted in from “other” languages. Because lets face it without
multiple syllables and “foreign” words you really are impoverished.
So grab these facts and rattle them around your colourless
palates –
Unlike Mr. Robbins, the 15th century poet and playwright
William Shakespeare was not a physical giant but he certainly was a literary
one, and ignoring the arguments about the authorship of the plays attributed to
him his output was extraordinary. He wrote 31,534 different words in
his canon of works, which even allowing for his atrocious spelling and some
pretty wild proper names (such as Yorick and Cymbaline for instance) is an
extraordinary breadth of vocabulary. Just imagine the emotional overload he
must have suffered.
Moving towards the slightly more mundane there are a total 593,493
words in the Old Testament and a total 181,253 in the New Testament (King James
version I assume). In the former there are 10,867 unique words and in the
latter there are 6,063. The preponderance of words in the Old Testament can apparently be
attributed to lots of Proper Nouns – specific people being begat in particular places
and so on. So with a mere 6,000 or so words an entire moral value system has
been founded and described. Which does rather make you wonder why Shakespeare didn't become
a religion; given the “multi-hued palette
of colors” he has clearly employed to paint many life experiences. And if
you were to have the temerity to use Shakespeare’s abundance of vocabulary as a
yard-stick for emotional richness this does rather make Christianity look a little pallid.
As a sanity check (as if you need one!) there are 77,430
words in the Qu’ran, of which it is said that there are around 4,500 unique words
derived from a mere 1,850 “root” words, which is even more colourless than the
bible. Odd since they are both Abrahamic religions.
Compare and contrast all the above with the average novel which
has a length of between 80-100,000 words and within which there likely to be between
5,000 and 10,000 unique and differentiated words.
I draw no conclusion from these facts – and neither should you, because if you try the hair on your head will drop out and you will grow beards under each of your kneecaps - or worse, you may be tempted to become a motivational speaker.
So there you have it, leaving Bill Shakespeare out of the
argument (and rightly so) you will need a vocabulary of somewhere between 4,500
and 6,000 words to describe a theosophical world view, but you will expend
between 5,000 and 10,000 unique words in writing a thriller or a romantic novel.
Rather than subscribing to the idiotic view that People with impoverished vocabularies live emotionally impoverished lives I would far rather reflect on the paucity of words used by an ill –educated tramp and traveller. His name was William Henry Davies, and he used 107 words, of which 63 are unique, and ordered them into 7 rhyming couplets which read: -
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare
Leisure - W.H. Davies
Leisure - W.H. Davies
love it, Steve doll !
ReplyDeleteAs they say in Wales, a smack in the teeth is worth a thousand words. And he has got BEEG teeth.
ReplyDeleteYou've got me going now! This is my current favourite collection of words ...
ReplyDeleteWe met
under a shower
of bird-notes.
Fifty years passed,
love's moment
in a world in
servitude to time.
She was young;
I kissed with my eyes
closed and opened
them on her wrinkles.
`Come,' said death,
choosing her as his
partner for
the last dance, And she,
who in life
had done everything
with a bird's grace,
opened her bill now
for the shedding
of one sigh no
heavier than a feather.
Yeah, he's a bit on a plonker that Anthony Robbins. A kind of reverse dwarf I think. Sorry was that sizeist!? Cheers
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