Word of the Month: Ideopraxist

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Hello gentle readers, writers, and aficionados of a strange and lovely vocabulary (much respect to my fellow sapiosexuals out there–that’s a word for a different blog I suppose), ahem…sorry, where was I? Ah, yes. Ideopraxist. Honestly, I just fanned through the pages and landed in the id-im page and I was torn between this lovely word and “imbrute”. Since this one came first, and it also carries a bit more positive connotations, I thought I’d run with it.

Ideopraxist: One who is impelled to action by an idea; one who works to bring an idea to fruition in reality. (from Dictionary of the Strange, Curious & Lovely, by Robin Devoe)

Listen, Merriam Webster didn’t have this listed, which made me have to dig a little bit for more information. The British dictionaries seem to agree to this definition, in that it is a person who is moved to bring an idea into action. It originated sometime in the 1830’s and was first used by Thomas Carlyle a Scottish essayist, philosopher, writer and mathematician (he apparently invented the Carlyle circle: I’m not going to bore you with the rabbit hole I fell into about circles and quadratic equations and some of his more fascists leanings? We’re gonna stray away from that and focus on the word).

To be impelled to action by an idea. To bring an idea to fruition in reality. A more perfect word for dreamers, creators, writers, and artists may not exist. But it is also a most tortuous word. For I’ve yet to meet a writer who didn’t struggle with how to bring their ideas into the world the same way they appear in our minds. I have yet to find a photographer, painter, actor who got the first shot, stroke, or line exactly right. We are both ideopraxists and idiots. (I don’t mean that really, I mean it through the lens of frustration with which our brains and abilities allow, or don’t, an accurate accounting of what we’re thinking and seeing inside of our minds.) As Steven King once said:

“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out.”

We are in constant process of trying to bring ideas into the world. We are so driven by an idea that we are impassioned to act because of it. This a beautiful, and terrible, human concept. Driven by our ideas. Ideas that can be both, ingenious and amazing, and also terrible and hurtful. Like when someone has an idea to draft a Declaration of Independence. Or when someone else has an idea to start a needless war. Ideas are power. (In my case, ideas are mostly just half-assed sentences scribbled in the margins of the morning paper; “what if a lovable group of elderly mystery book club members used all of their knowledge of poisons to do something swift, and undetectable about the presidential cabinet?” *disclaimer to any CIA/FBI/Secret Service member reading this, I write fiction and really, even if I didn’t, would you be THAT mad?)

With all of the millions of ideas sprouting up out of each our billions of little heads, the world is a vibrant and deadly garden of thought. Luckily (or not) not every thought gets acted upon. Not every idea flourishes. Not every plan, goes to plan. So how do we know which ones to let go, like dandelion fluff in the wind (*see secret service guy, I’m harmless, and flighty, just waxing poetic about dandelions) and which to carefully plant, water, tend to, and birth (ew?) into creation?

I can’t tell you that (not because like my new bestie at the FBI, I’d have to kill you). But I think it is safe to say that when an idea hits, whether as a whisper, or a like the butt of a Glock 9mm to the temple (standard issue for the FBI) there is a knowing that threads out tendrils into the other parts of our brain. It feels like a tickle at first, you think of the idea, or read something that sparks it, and instead of it floating past, your little soggy, electrified, clump of raw bacon starts to form small connections. Starts to wonder, starts to contemplate…

…Where would these little old ladies meet? How could they possibly agree to this (How could they NOT)? How would they do it without being detected? Does the White House accept baked goods?…how do they get caught? Do they get caught? How can they get over the fence with bum hips?…

Pretty soon, other parts of the brain start to fire.

…Beatrice is five foot two but she was a gymnast in her younger days, she’s kept spry with Tai Chi and regular chiropractic visits. Loraine used to work as a cyber security analyst until AI took her job and forced her to retire early. Janice, who’s lost three fingers in combat doesn’t give a fuck anymore and she can make a mean Kentucky Bourbon Cake…

Suddenly you’re hearing them speak, conversations running through your head…scenes that play out like a movie, hilarious and heart warming. And frankly kind of scary in the cool way that makes you remember you can’t mess with grandma or you’ll get a wooden spoon to the back of the head. Long ways if she doesn’t like you.

Some ideas are silly and fantastical and are fun to write. Some ideas are scarier to think about (forming a peaceful protest against a combative government). But all of the ideas that settle into our brains and tug at our core values to do something, will help to drive us into action. Writing that next story, painting that next canvas, drafting that next bill to put before congress, or leading the next revolution…they’re all actions of bravery that are inevitable for each and every human who contains the spark of idea.

I wish you a creative week. I wish you forward action on something that drives you. I wish you safety and courage. I gotta go, there’s a knock at the door. It sounds official…

Word of the Month: Irenic

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From the “Dictionary of the Strange, Curious, and Lovely”:

Your word of the month is irenic: promoting peace, conciliatory, peaceful; [from the Greek eirēnē peace] or if you want the Webster’s official: favoring, conducive to, or operating toward peace, moderation, or conciliation

In Greek mythology, Eirene was one of the Horae, the goddesses of the seasons and natural order who in the Iliad are the custodians of the gates of Olympus. According to the Greek poet Hesiod, the Horae were the daughters of Zeus and a Titaness named Themis, and each had a name indicating her function and relation to human life. Eirene (in Greek Eirēnē, meaning “peace”) was the goddess of peace. Her name gave rise to irenic and other peaceable terms including irenics (a theological term for advocacy of Christian unity), and the name Irene.

What do we think of when we consider a move toward peace, or living in such a way that we are constantly striving towards moderation, conciliatory behavior, or striving for a world of working together? It seems like a Herculean task, honestly. We (or perhaps I just mean myself) can tend towards defensive and sometimes offensive behavior when our values, communities, and lives are threatened, and I am often torn between wanting to remain committed to peace, and the understanding that sometimes it is necessary to take a stronger stand to protect others (I even have “the sword doesn’t write poetry and the pen doesn’t win battles” tattooed on my body). But even in that, and thinking of the struggle to stay peaceful I think of the saying ‘fighting for peace, is like fucking for abstinence’. Is that even a saying or did I make it up?

Either way, operating towards peace feels pretty foreign right now, I’m not going to lie. With our country embroiled in a war no one asked for or wanted, and the heartless killing and destruction of another human’s land and people, unlawful imprisonment of human beings, the unchecked and unpunished sexual assault on women and children by people in positions of power, peace seems like a flimsy concept, no more concrete than an ever-changing and quickly dispersing cloud.

So how do we, as single and rather powerless individuals, artists, parents, and conscientious observers work towards a way that embodies an irenic existence?

I’m truly asking.

Because all I can come up with is by keeping our protests strong but peaceful. By not physically harming human life in our quest to find justice (but an unpersoned warehouse of a moral-less, greed-filled capitalist who doesn’t pay their workers a living wage? I didn’t see anyone strike that match, and even if I did, I didn’t). All I can think is that we protect our own, personal peace by staying informed but not being caught up in the mental barrage of over-played and cyclical horrors purposefully fed to us by social media. All I can think is that we cultivate peace, caring, and empathy in our communities and homes. We take care of others, we give our time and resources to those in need, we step away and breathe when anger and ignorance springs up from the comment section. We keep asking ourselves, what’s the good fight? What takes care of the most people? How do we keep the most vulnerable safe and live in such a way that when we step into a room or conversation, any inciting temperature lowers to calm.

How do we do that?

I’m not entirely sure. I guess, by listening, really listening, not just to the words expressed but the feelings that have driven them out into the open. By not taking it as a personal attack, even when it feels that way. (Toddlers lash out the same way a lot of people in comments sections do. If you take those repetitive, brainwashed phrases and replace them with ‘nuh uh’, or ‘my dad could beat up your dad’, you can really see through the façade of righteousness to the insecurity that drives it). By relaying back, “I see that this upsets you, that you are scared and that’s okay. It means you care and there’s something important you fear losing.” Perhaps would open enough space that we could start a conversation. One that cuts through ideologies to the core of our shared humanity. The challenge is in knowing that this proffered olive branch is not always returned by the other side. The idea of rational, thoughtful, genuine empathy is often misconstrued (and brainwashed into the masses) as ‘weakness’.

But we have to try right? I want to believe so. I want to hope that the current, boiling and murky water that we’re treading can be settled and cleared with a commitment to peace. And even if, in our best efforts towards this utopian ideal, we fail, then at least we know we tried…Before we burn it all to the ground and start over.

Mumpsimus: A Closer Look

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When thinking of what to write this week, I waffled between poetry and writing advice, or perhaps I could delve into philosophy. The possibilities were really endless. But then I thought, why not simplify it. Down to a word. So kids, today we’re going to learn a new word (well it was new to me, I hope its new to you) and really think about its meaning and how we can use it.

From this lovely book, I opened a random page and picked the first word my eyes landed on. (P.S. if you’re a poet, writer, or just a vocabulary aficionado please check it out: Dictionary of the Strange, Curious & Lovely)

yes, my desk really is this chaotic most of the time

Mumpsimus: A view stubbornly clung to even after shown to be wrong; one holding such a view; [from a historical blunder for Latin sumpsimus (we have received)]

I thought this was such a timely word and something that seems incredibly relevant today. But let’s break it down a little.

This word first appeared around 1520-30 when a Catholic priest accidentally used mumpsimus instead of sumpsimus (to take) and refused to admit his mistake and change the word when confronted with the correct one. This process of near-homophony has other literary variants, from mondegreen to malapropism (you’ve probably heard that one before), and earslip. But the key to this is the refusal to admit to the mistake when confronted with the correct use.

I can’t be the only one who has known a person who has done this. Made a mistake and rather than correcting themselves when prompted, did not want to risk his fragile ego. As a result the word or action becomes commonplace, although wrong and misused. All because he could not own to the mistake and correct himself. It has been a common practice in my black belt training, when a higher-ego mistakes a technique and rather than correcting himself, changes the entire technique and makes everyone relearn it to the ‘corrected’ version simply because saying “You’re right, sorry, I messed up” would, I assume he thinks, make him look stupid, rather than human.

On a grander scale, the idea of recognizing and admitting a mistake from our public officials and those launching into a useless war, practice this on the daily. Misconstruing mistakes into ‘new truths’ that, they believe, if are offered repeatedly (and loudly) will become actual truths. It’s the job of a well-informed, well-read society to catch these mistakes and make them known. If nothing else, to not adopt the false truths, just because some guy at a pulpit or podium proclaims them to be true. Keep practicing the correct technique to make sure you don’t skew or ruin the concept beneath it. You don’t want your truths or your techniques to not work when they are most needed, after all.

This word, mumpsimus, can also be applied to accepted beliefs or views that are proven wrong by scientific, socially studied, and tested facts. The world was once believed to be flat. This was proven to not be true by centuries of studies and scientific testing. To continue to believe the world is flat, because someone on a podcast theorizes it, is a mumpimus belief. And it makes you look stupid. Because believing things that have been proved to be incorrect makes you stupid. Vaccines don’t work. Gayness can be prayed away. Women are naturally nurturing and weak. Men don’t cry. All of these erroneous concepts, I believe, are kept close to heart (but loud on social media posts) when people are afraid to admit that they have been wrong. They double down on their hatred and stupidity, hoping that the fervor in their convictions will somehow make them true.

But it doesn’t.

So, now you know. Mumpsimus. Don’t be one. Don’t have beliefs based on them. Call them out when you see them. And send me some of your favorite malapropisms.