Today I achieved something awesome...The Perfect Peel. Peeled and orange in one peel. I've only done it three times...counting this one. Then Beth threw it away before I could get a picture so no screen shot.
Now nothing rhymes with orange because of the nature of rhyming. (I learned things in school) That got my brain moving. Orange can't rhyme, so can it be used in poetry? Poetry is word smithing at its finest! Smiths in the past have been known to make wonderful and horrible things with limited means. Surely orange can be molded. There must be more to the act than just the surface change.
Shakespeare claimed that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Maybe. But the smell isn't the only part of a rose. There are other meaning behind words. That is the wonder of language. It changes and moves along with the people who use it. Words are symbols that we attach meaning to. Some meanings are mutually accepted by the culture they are in, some are encased by geographic boundaries. The internet has made an entirely different system of meanings. It's all how it is used and who accepts it.
So "rose". What other meanings could there be? I'm not particularly fond of the smell of flowers, and I can't remember ever getting a rose. What I remember of roses are the warnings about thorns, and bees. Is a rose still a rose if it lacks one trait? Isn't the name we call something encase all the meanings it has? The ones hearing it are the ones failing...not the language.
Letters are symbols that make words. Words are symbols made out of symbols that make sentences. By changing one part, you change the whole. So ...5ry mrS, u m1553d...
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