If you know me well enough then you’ll realise my memory lapses are not my best kept secret. After a few months absence of reading and studying I decided to start researching and learning a new word everyday. If they have a beautiful meaning or an unusual pronunciation then they naturally stick. I was initially inspired by my Uncle introducing the word ‘bilious’ to my cousins as a way of expressing that something made them feel sick or nauseous. It was amusing and cute to hear the children using it, but I was also fascinated by the way it sounded and the fact that I had never been introduced to it before. I studied lexicology as part of my English A-level (the study of the form, meaning, and behaviour of words.), but hadn’t considered revisiting it until I was prompted. I have picked out my five favourite words I learned this week and am hopefully going to incorporate them into a sentence better than Tai in clueless! (‘I hope not sporadically’).When I stumbled upon this word, I thought it was an ideal alternative for expressing/ describing something that is rarely expressed in an appealing manner. I am the worst person for expressing myself- as soon as I begin to speak the words seem to vanish down a drain pipe without any indication of returning. With the absence of sensible words and incoherent sentences coming to mind, my vocabulary returns in a stunted, basic form and I can rarely express myself accurately. This isn’t a word I would use to notify someone of my thoughts or intent, but a beautiful way of explaining thought processes. I don’t necessarily gravitate towards the pronunciation or sound of this word, but appreciate it’s concise nature for such an incredible experience. Not only does rain on a hot pavement evoke a lot of childhood memories, but I still feel connected to it as an adult. Yesterday I had a really stressful and emotional day which popped out of nowhere- I had a cry and self pity session as one does, and after returning to my bedroom the smell of rain was emanating across my room, and I instantly felt calmer, more subdued and that I could relax.
I am terrible at languages and at a push my German knowledge is incredibly basic to say the least. I do however have a fascination with French accents and words. There are so many alluring English words but I feel like almost anything said in French sounds much more erotic and enticing.
The meaning of Ingénue appeals to me particularly as there is something endearing about an innocent, trusting and naive woman. The qualities are something that are easily and frequently ridiculed but this is such a positive sounding word to describe it.
Instead of being pronounced in the way that monument or cement are, it is pronounced as deɪˈnuːmɒ̃; for me it’s the second syllable that gets me, it’s a shape and sound that I rarely form and it feels so good to say! It is also so incredibly frustrating when the end of play or film finishes inclusively and unexplained, it’s something that I just can’t come to terms with and will obsess over endlessly. Leaving an ending to your interpretation in my mind a FRUSTRATION! Dexter’s denouement was disapppointing (am I right!?)
Pastiche originates from Latin, to Italian and then finishes its journey in France, however I like to pronounce this word with an Italian accent and a ‘Finger purse!’. It’s not something I can see myself using in ordinary conversation but will be entirely relevant when I begin my humanities course in October and study Art.
That’s my five words of the week (YAY!), what’s your favourite?