Literary Lexicon: What’s A Dying Metaphor?

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“A dying metaphor is a derogatory term coined by George Orwell in his essay Politics and the English Language. Orwell defines a dying metaphor as a metaphor that isn’t dead (dead metaphors are different, as they are treated like ordinary words), but has been worn out and is used because it saves people the trouble of inventing an original phrase for themselves. In short, a cliché. Example: Achilles’ heel. Orwell suggests that writers scan their work for such dying forms that they have ‘seen regularly before in print’ and replace them with alternative language patterns.” (Wikipedia)

We need to say the things we need to say in ways that only we can say them.

Do you find yourself falling in with dying metaphors?  Flee them!  Even if you’re trying to be ironic.  These are the among the things that drive you crazy about bad writing, so make sure you keep earning your right to be bothered: excise all those dated, dying metaphors from your writing.

I understand.  It’s not like we use them on purpose. We all know better already.  But they are tenacious.  They are good ideas at 3 AM.  They are placeholders for better, truer thoughts and more honest and beautiful images.

What are some of the worst overused metaphors (or similes) you’ve come across?

Posts I Liked This Week

I may have liked more, but these are the ones for which I pressed the WordPress Like Button this week:

What We Saw: Cars (Bridgetown Blog)

Urban Colours (Cropping Reality)

New Zealand 2010 (broken blabs and blurbs)

Find Rest (Vintage Pages)

Don’t Tell Me What To Think! (Lakia Gordon)

Appreciate to Ignite the Flame (Seasoned With Youth)

Love (Cropping Reality)

Are Blackberries Really Black? (Sister Earth Organics)

Heavenbound and No Earthly Good (Sweetie Pie)

The king, his speech, and why I’m going to rule the world (My Business Addiction)

Me myself I (singlemaltmonkey)

What We Saw – VW Beetles (Bridgetown Blog)

Minicards in 4 Colors! (tchem)

State of the Union (Sweetie Pie)

Pictured: A Random Day in This Writer’s Life (Sherri Phillips: The Power of 26)

I subscribe to all of these blogs.  You should, too.

My Dog Can Read (Stanley Fish and Leo Strauss)

I’ve been writing and workshopping a story about a group of people living on a block of rowhomes and the glimpses they get of each other in passing. To the right you’ll find an excerpt.  Who wouldn’t want a dog like this?

Earlier this morning, I came home from a jaunt outside to find my own dog clearly wanting a walk.  It’s icy and raining here.  My coat and shoes were off.  Then I took a look at what he’d brought me immediately after sensing this thing might not go his way.  It was a typed of piece paper.  The final line of the page?

My dog is smarter than your dog.

I haven’t worked on that story in a while.  I couldn’t even tell you where the manuscript was if I needed to. I’ not saying (I’m just saying.)  He got the walk, of course.  He earned it.

Another of his literary adventures, here.

 

 

(Update: The excerpted piece is collected in What Other People Heard When I Taught Myself to Speak.)

The Story Behind “The Politics of LOST” Posters and Some Paleo-Futurism of My Own

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When I hunkered down with fiction last year, I took many, many old posts off-line as a way of resetting my own internal narrative and focusing on a very different way of writing.  I’ve talked about that a few times on this blog since.  I had the sense that I needed to let the fiction I was writing say everything I was wanting to say, and it was a good choice for me then.  Between now and May, I’ll be writing fiction more intensely than ever, but I’m also thinking about blogging (and nonfiction in general) in new ways.   This year, I have the creative room (and patience) for both.  See kids, getting older’s not so bad.

I was looking over some old posts to re-release today (digitally remastered in sweet, sweet mono) and I found this explanation behind the genesis of the LOST posters I shared on Saturday.  Credit where credit is due:  my wife was the inspiration behind that project.  I also forgot that the creator of the Obama Poster maker website that I used came by to comment on the post.  It’s funny how time flies and how quickly you forget things.  Adjusted thoughts on aging: +1 for patience, -1 for memory.

I similarly found “What The Future Used to Look Like“.  It started with the idea that terraforming the universe is our moral duty as creatures and ended up being a free-association/stream-of-consciousness thing about the politics of futurism.

When you have a minute, consider looking over your own old posts or journal entries and see if you don’t surprise yourself.  What were you writing about this time two years ago?