I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions And I'm giving you a longing look, John Willmot penned his poetry riddled with the pox Nabakov wrote on index cards at a lectem in his socks St. John of the Cross did his best stuff imprisoned in a box And JohnnyThunders was half alive, Wear it as a cape and fly to me.
The Cloud Concise Dictionary of Sparkling and Strange Words presents;
- Having a violent desire to write
- Having a liking or itch for authorship.
- One who has a passion for writing.
- Just can’t get enough of that pen lovin’, man.
*Example of Scripturient used within a sentence – “Why twas a sight for the sorest of eyes sir, to see Ronald Fancypants-fusspot’s distress when we confiscated his quill for crimes against the dictionary and lewd behaviour with a writing instrument in public – the man’s whole being was a pure ball of scripturient distress. “
*And found within a poem – “Then my scripturient soul bucked
and burst wildly into the world.” by Magaly Guerrero
Late Latin scripturient-, scripturiens, present participle of scripturire to desire to write, desiderative of Latin scribere
Similar to –
Hypergraphia – a behavioral condition characterized by the intense desire to write. Forms of hypergraphia can vary in writing style and content. It is a symptom associated with temporal lobe changes in epilepsy, which is the cause of the Geschwind syndrome, a mental disorder. Structures that may have an effect on hypergraphia when damaged due to temporal lobe epilepsy are the hippocampus and Wernicke’s area. Aside from temporal lobe epilepsy, chemical causes may be responsible for inducing hypergraphia.
Not To Be Confused With –
Scriptorama – A place where one can gain access to free screenplays and scripts.
Strip club – Don’t be rude, I keep a clean dictionary sir.
Interesting Extras –
“Another damned thick book! Always scribble, scribble, scribble! Eh, Mr. Gibbon?” – Prince William Henry, Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh to Edward Gibbon
Johann Wolfgang Goethe once wrote a very long letter to one of his friends. In the end he added a postscript explaining: “I am very sorry for sending you such a long letter but I did not find enough time to write a shorter one.
“You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.” – Ray Bradbury
“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.” – Edgar Allan Poe (completely unconnected but too good to pass over).
I wanted to bring your attention to the fact that I ‘Liked’ this post even after initially being frightened by the imagery that “Having a violent desire to write” conjured within me, and, honestly, nearly provoked me into quickly closing the tab on which it appeared. However, thankfully, I resisted this, what I think was a primal, or instinctual response to violence of any kind, which, though there have been times where circumstances left me no option but to resort to its use, I prefer ordinarily to avoid either as a participant or as a viewer.
With that said I also wanted it to be made known (though I have told this story already countless times (in a variety of ways, but none of them being untrue) here publicly that I once went to see Mr. (Crazy) Ray Bradbury speak at a local University years and years ago where he recited quite a few dirty limericks which, as a young person I enjoyed immensely.
Thank you for highlighting words here on your site that some may have never heard, and others been to frightened to look for themselves.
-The President and Founder
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You’re most welcome President and Founder, and I should also say how much I appreciate your bodacious comments here, upon the Cloud. curtsies And I’m so glad you battled the feeling of fear that threatened to swamp your very senses, and won said battle, triumphant in your moment of need. Violence only has a place where none are truly damaged by it. Passions may harness it – but caution must be employed and great care. Which is a tad tricky as passion for anything kinda skips over caution sticking its tongue out and blowing rude and rambunctious raspberries as it high tails it over the hills into the distance having a right old time. I do enjoy violently making mashed potatoes. I’ll hold my hands up there.
I’m envious of your hearing said limericks from Mr Bradbury. What a fine anecdote to tuck in your boots. I know of course that now, as a sedate older gentleman, you are, as you imply, long past finding such vulgarity amusing, so I’m sure you’ll find no mirth at all in the following;
There once was a barmaid named Gale
On whose breasts was the menu for ale
But since she was kind
For the sake of the blind
On her ass it was printed in Braille.
bows and exits stage left.
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A lovely word! I’m loving these posts. I’d absolutely read an entire book’s worth of them ( not-so-subtle or unselfish hint) . And… my lordy, those quotes! Gold 😀
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