The art of the written word...

I am a strong believer in all things wordy. I am often known to touch type lessons in life and love to various names admist my address book - whether they are required or not. I take great pleasure in writing, normally doing so without the consideration of who may be reading it (sorry, it's probably better this way, if I believe my writing to be sent into the vast emptiness of cyber space then, y'all probably get more honesty than you need ever require).

At this point I feel it is necessary to jump back to my first declaration: 'I am a strong believer in all things wordy' - ah yes, I do love to pick and mix my words until you are sweetened to sickness by the taste. I mean, let's face it, my introductory paragraph could have sounded more like this: 'I love words. I give free life coaching to my friends via text. I like writing. I rarely think of my readers reaction to what I write.' But, where is the fun in that, it is like watching Rylan dye his beard black, we are neither entertained not inspired to do the same. Please note, I do not have a beard that I have been toying with the idea of dying all the colours of the rainbow. But, if I did I would probably go white and forge a career in dressing as Santa or a Smurf, when outside the holiday season.

I am loosing my point.

My point is that, it is time we start appreciating the art of the written word. Gone are the days (I hope) that is was deemed cool to abbreviate the life out of a language that has been centuries in the making. Gone are the days that we use a Capital Letter For Each New Word - and if you did that, shame on you, you are the reason ITV have fallen victim and rebranded using small face letters.

We are intelligent people, when we turn on the radio we do not desire to hear about your 'bang bang shoes', nor being 'in da club'. As much as it sounds out of character to say it (c'mon, I like Bieber) we are sick of being parred off with in adequate English and meaningless lyrics. We want honesty, meaning and something we can relate to whilst we pour our hearts out, singing into the mirror (we all do it) The Ivor Novello was not handed out to any of it's recipient based on album sales nor whether they could melt butter with the flick of their honey toned locks; they were given on the basis of their word use, the art of the written word.

At this point I shall stop - I know the piece is about the art of the written word but, there is only so much "art" y'all should be subjected to from me.

So, instead I suggest you press play on the YouTube clip above. Get ready for a lesson from George The Poet on how it is really done.

Check out M Read's blog, he has a wonderful piece on written communication to get you thinking. He also suggested I wrote this piece, thank you. http://19london.blogspot.co.uk