Skip to main content

An Abject Adjective


This week I am using the Collins English Dictionary, First Edition 2006, for my random word selection. It is a straightforward text: main entry words in bold type, variant spellings and pronunciation given phonetically only for words deemed difficult. Parts of speech abbreviated, in italics.
Section A is sectioned out: eyes closed, pages flicked: the finger jabs. The first word is not especially encouraging.
Abysmal adj Informal extremely bad, awful. (Abundant is only a column away, one notes, perhaps therein the lesson?)
It is the morning, and the sun is clearing through mist. Drink tepid coffee; perform classic finger tap, ponder at the scene from the windows here. At the bottom of the abyss, Joseph Campbell asserts, there lies salvation. But abyss is a noun. Abysmal suggests that which belongs to the abyss, to the dark and distressing press. Which makes one think of media reporting and how once it had seemed serious and related to real lives and these days it is hard to tell if one is viewing a newspaper or some celebrity baiting pamphlet. Sometimes these things are such nonsense that the comedy of it almost outweighs the soul encroaching slime. At the bottom of today's abyss is a toilet for abysmal trolls. And the sooner we stop feeding them the sooner we can reach salvation. 





Comments

Wendy said…
Now see -- aren't you glad you landed on Abysmal? You created a very thoughtful post -- "thoughtful" because these are my thoughts too, and we couldn't both be wrong.
Visiting from A to Z ~
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you Wendy, it was fine once I remembered to rant :-)
Sue McPeak said…
You must be commended for being true to your 'First Stabbing'...I'm afraid I'd have slid over to abundant. I'm with yours and Wendy's conclusion...it is abysmal...the abundant soul encroaching slime. See, I cheated anyway.

I'm piggy-backing off of Wendy's comments to visit you for the AtoZ Challenge. I'm a new follower as well, and will be back.
Sue at CollectInTexas Gal
Ah, yes!

"The first word is not especially encouraging. Abysmal adj Informal extremely bad, awful. (Abundant is only a column away, one notes, perhaps therein the lesson?)"

This is very much the tack I'm taking for A to Z this month--balancing the negative and the positive.
Unknown said…
I love the word abysmal. It is so apt and appropriate at times.
colorfulpen said…
Creative idea. Good luck in the A to Z Challenge. I will return.
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you all! :-)

Popular posts from this blog

Contact Pants Conundrum

There is weather today, I do note it: take a few moments to reckon the size of a cloud (big) and the frequency of rain (sporadic.) Centre of my interest though is a stack of magazines. Not the fashion kind. This is martial arts research. I'm not even sure what it is I'm looking for, but intuition calls loud. A range of old adverts skew some amusement. Contact pants, for example. Pants are not trousers where I come from. They are underwear. Professional contact pants: improved smirk value. But why would a person be likely to purchase a grappling hook and a lock pick set? For specialists and hobbyists only, the blurb assures. Guidance on the pheromone spray that attracts women against their better judgement? I doubt it works any more proficiently than the mysterious potion that defines your muscles while you sleep. But, then: I wonder is some sprayed on this paper? What was my intuition thinking, making this ghastly shout… Tea break time. There's a lot of words...

Back From The Future Blog Party

Another joint blog adventure- if you want to see who else said what the list of participants is here . The premise is this: 'You're up before dawn on a Saturday when the doorbell rings. You haven't brewed your coffee so you wonder if you imagined the sound. Plonking the half-filled carafe in the sink, you go to the front door and cautiously swing it open. No one there. As you cast your eyes to the ground, you see a parcel addressed to you ... from you. You scoop it up and haul it inside, sensing something legitimate despite the extreme oddness of the situation. Carefully, you pry it open. Inside is a shoebox -- sent from ten years in the future -- and it's filled with items you have sent yourself. What's in it?' Here's how I imagined it: Before dawn? Shadows outside, first forming. Sleep has gone, I don't know where. Coffee I can find. All the way from Machu Pichu, this fair-traded pack. Scissors are in the drawer, which ...

A Glitch Or Two

My Chromebook has been crumbling. It seems a little like dementia, this inability to upgrade its powers of communication, it makes me sad, even for an object. It's one of the reasons my posts here have been put aside, that and generally being tumbled by tiredness. I have saved up money for a replacement, also I have spent that money on trees and shrubs. I have two novels to sort out however, and this will be the reason I save up again. I don't stop writing, even if I don't tell anyone. In the meantime should you need a calm place to go, I have begun a substack account. Please do drop by. If the kettle crumbles we can make tea (or soup) on the firepit. Me on substack:  Lisa Southard