Some Words.

It's time I made a start - even though I hardly have time to breath today. The best time to start a new exercise I tell myself,  is when you either have no time, or you feel you'd rather do anything else.  If you find yourself in either of these two situations I believe you should throw yourself into whatever it is, and in doing so if you feel you have been successful,  you should succeed with whatever future venture you're trying to get into.

What exactly is a puckered pouch. It's sounds like something you might do with your lips, when expectant of an a little mouth to mouth affection. Actually, it's a mouth piece for trumpet or horn. Chances are I'll never need to know this again - unless I'm either trying to complete a crossword puzzle: 'It offers a snug fit for two mouthpieces while keeping the ends open for moisture to easily dissipate' two words 8 and 6.  Or a quiz: 'ruffle your pocket up for a kiss.' Actually they should be the other way round - note to editor.

But wait - that's a pucker pouch - self explanatory, it had to have something to do with a mouth hence pucker.  But a puckered pouch is something very different. So here it is: a puckered pouch is a purse of sorts, with a zipper and a wrist holder. The purse itself is, well, puckered in that when it's empty it shows loose folds that are aching to be filled something. More often than not, by a lady's make up.  So it's a little quaint ladies toilet bag. I've never been so surprise by a container word since I learned that an etui is a miniature sewing box.

How about some Gees. Like 'gledge' which according to that veritable authority The Urban Dictionary - a repository of many what might be termed 'dirt words' (it's a kind of turd-words site without the freewheeling anything goes obscenities-only-please house rule). The UD says it means jizz (street slang for sperm) and dirt combined into an unwholesome mix.  Charming indeed. But I prefer to see gledge as a form of narrow-eyed squinting which is what it means according to Scottish dialect dictionaries. Whereas 'gloze:' means to minimize or attempt to explain away. Gloze is a good old deceit word, as in: 'When Anthony blunt was exposed 20 years ago, there were some who tried to gloze his conduct'.  Grume is clotted liquid, like a blood clot - which could be used figuratively.  Imagine clot and grume being used to describe fogs and clouds. I'm sure my fledgling poetry would welcome such unexpected descriptive power.

Thinking about it I should concentrate on the words that would likely be useful in new poetry.  I have had time to think of myself as a writer - and although I enjoy dialogue, particularly in script writing, I think of myself as someone who would like to crack poetry and  would be more likely to keep at this to enable my poetry as  more than any other writing discipline, poetry requires a love of language that verges on the obsession.

In that light 'brume' is potentially poetic word again meaning fog.  Heavy mist or fog actually- but brumous is the adjective.  Nothing to do with old Scots this time, despite its sound,  but from the Latin brumas. Brumous could be used to describe an atmosphere at a party, either physically (in terms of cigarette smoke), or psychologically - as in the air hanging heavy with suspicion or resentment - the air was think with accusation, a  brumous of resentment filled every space. All from brume which sounds Scottish, but isn't.

Scrouge: to squeeze, to crowd. Dug up from 1820 this one. I'm reading Peter Ackroyd's  London a Biography at the moment and I'll be amazed if I didn't draw it up from that - like water in a bucket at a well. In keeping with the theme really - most of these words could be used somehow to describe something of the streets of London during the 1800s. The brume of the London Particular (known also as the pea-souper) the filth pumped out of the chimneys in clouds that clotted the buildings, the streets and its residents as they scrouged their way through, bumping into one another or even on occasion falling in front of the clattering carriages or skidding in the miasma of horse ordure that covered the roads like brown porridge.

That's it I'm obviously under its infectious influence. But then a theme is probably always needed if I'm to complete a blog entry a day on words.  Words that might help me one day write a poem.