The journey from there to here
A lexiphanic exercise
Published on May 4, 2007 By Gideon MacLeish In Blogging

(Thanks, LW, for the inspiration)

This exercise was inspired by a mini challenge issues by Little Whip in which we were to use various words from the blog in a paragraph.

That wasn't enough for me, so I hunted down some obscure words and decided I would issue a challenge to put together a story or poem using as many of the following words as possible. I was going to give the words without the meanings, but I didn't want to deter people. Because of the potential scope of the project, I understand why one might not be able to use all 26 words, but if you could use at least ten (of your choosing), that would be nice (although it would be cool to see all 26). Bonus points for anyone who includes the current JU "hip" phrase "a conga line of suckholes".

Without further adieu, here are your 26 challenge words:

Acronychal --happening in the evening or at nightfall

Blatherskite --a noisy talker of blatant rubbish, foolish talk or nonsense

Chiliastic --relating to, or believing in, Christian millenarianism

Discombobulate --to confuse, upset, or disconcert

Engastrimyth --a ventriloquist

Floccinaucinihilipilification --the action or habit of judging something to be worthless

Gaberlunzie --A beggar

Hircocervus -- A fabulous beast, half goat, half stag

Ichthyophagous --fish eating

Jackanapes --A cheeky or impertinent person

Kerfuffle --a commotion or fuss

Lexiphanic --Of people who use bombastic or pretentious language

Mallemaroking --the carousing of seamen aboard Greenland whaling ships

Nihilartikel --a deliberately erroneous entry in a dictionary or other reference books

Obnubilate --to darken, dim, cloud over or obscure

Perverb --A portmanteau proverb

Quodlibet --either a topic for (or exercise in) philosophical or theological discussion, or a light hearted medley of well-known tunes

Rantipole --Wild, disorderly, rakish; a wild, ill-behaved or reckless person

Scutching --the dressing of fibres by beating them

Tergiversate --Make conflicting or evasive statements; equivocate

Ultracrepidarian --of someone who gives opinions on matters beyond his knowledge

Vaccary -- a cow pasture

Whilom --an adjective meaning former

xenoglossy --the ability to speak a language without having learned it

Yclept --by the name of; called

zenzizenzizenzic -- the eighth power of a number

 


Comments
on May 04, 2007
I suck at poems and story writing.

Cool idea, though.
on May 04, 2007
I'm VERY excited to see what might come out of this...lol! It'll make our heads explode!

You should give it a bit of a go, Tex. I dropped the challenge to ten selected words to make it easier. I'm sure you could do it!
on May 04, 2007
Why are you obnubilating my day?
on May 04, 2007
9 to go, doc

lol
on May 04, 2007
Ugh.
on May 04, 2007

A large ship yclept Seven Zenzizenzizenzic took an acronychal voyage.

 

The only three passengers aboard gathered on the deck near the mast blatherskitting.  The tallest of the group, Mike an ichthyophagous gaberlunzie, wiped greasy fingers on his vest.  He tried not to roll his eyes at the lexiphanic engastrimyth spouting a perveb on his right.  So instead he focused on the third member of the group.  A chiliastic rantipole hircocervus.

 

“Do you speak my language?”  Mike asked the beast.

 

The beast smiled.  “I speak every language sir.”

 

“Ah,” Mike said.  Xenoglossy is a trait of your kind?”

 

The beast nodded its massive head.

 

Before Mike could question the beast further, a kerfuffle broke out between two sailors.

 

“You are scutching the sails the wrong way!”  The first sailor yelled.

 

“I’ve done this at least a thousand times ultracrepidarian.  Mind your own business.”  the second sailer growled.

 

The first sailor tightened his fists itching for a brawl.  “You shoulda stayed on the vaccary with your fat wife.”

 

“I am fairly new to sails,” the second sailor mumbled.

 

The first sailer sucked his teeth.  “You are tergiversate.  Not a good trait for a new sailor.  Let me show you how to do it.”

 

The first sailor smiled.  “Thank you.   Once we are done lets break out the rum and sing a quodlibet.”

 

Once the song began all the seamen were mallemoroking.

 

The three passengers, each enjoyed their own floccinaucininhilipfication.

 

After a while not a single sailor was sober.  The water became rougher and the sky obnubilated.  Large waves crashed on deck and washed the three passengers overboard and to their deaths.

 

Upon returning to port,  the captain nihilartikeled the log to make it look as if there were no passengers on that trip.  And obviously, no rum.

on May 05, 2007
Dang! This one's going to be fun. I'll try... but please don't expect much.
on May 08, 2007
Gid,

I am going to have a crack at this one too. I am sorry I missed seeing it earlier. Thanks for the challenge.