Wordplay - Eden Saga

You say to me: “I read to you with pleasure, especially your jokes that piss me off. You are so funny that reading you is a joy…” Hmm! That’s right, I trick my texts with big clumsy gags that lighten the mood, especially when it gets too complicated, too pompous, too boring.

Light, the gag lightens. Jeux de mots, jeux de vilotsPlays on words, plays on vilots. Based on the French proverb “jeux de mains, jeux de vilains” said Robert Lamoureux. Yet playing with words remains a discredited activity.

Vilot games

An activity that intellectuals do not practice: not noble enough for them. Vulgar, indeed. Impossible! Literary people refrain from it: the play on words does not respect the beauty of the language, which is sacred to them, but the play on words should diminish. They despise cheap humor, ugly puns for stupid people.

Don’t play with words! That’s their credo. I’m not an intellectual, even if I look like one. As soon as I feel this fiber blossom within me, I sing, I squeal, I quolibette, I almost dance.

I am not a literary person either, even if I look like one. See what I am doing to our beautiful language in my sabir. That’s saying! What am I then? A poet. Why not? Twisting the sentence to place the rhyme is a play on words, and one of the best. May the great masters forgive me, I do not disdain to rhyme this and that.

Skeptical? True or false?

All the same, I haven’t drawn a line under my philosophical training. To believe without believing? I repeat it non-stop, and I try relentlessly! Skepticism!!

Skepticism: a school of thought that believes that the truth is inaccessible and that it is therefore necessary to adopt a critical attitude towards all dogmatic opinions when examining them. In Greek, skeptikos is the one who examines.

Am I a skeptic? Not really. If I am, it’s not true.

Depardieu and Deneuve, Le dernier métro, by François Truffaut

You say to me: You are so funny that reading you is a pain.
— Really? Earlier, you told me it was a joy?
— It’s a joy. And a suffering.(tribute to François Truffaut)

Heure des connesTime of Fools (verlan)=l’envers, upside

Here’s the truth: I’m a joker. I love slang, verlan, djeunsyoung people, jeunes words — but I’m chokbarshocked when it’s guez.=nul, really bad I enjoy the patois when others dislike it. I love words from elsewhere, imported, exported, deported, reported… Harmonica player, flute player, guitar player, I am mainly a word player.

On the other hand, what makes me nervous was the lame nerd who takes the pun in a bad way. Freud drew up a big piece of shit: indigestines are edible, never his own! Der Witz und seine‐‐zum Un://sten “The Witty Word and its Relation to the Unconscious by Sigmund Freud, 1905.

This piece of poop concentrates everything I hate, first Zig Moon’t.Sigmund, ie Freud And then Lacan. Or Kant. Where and when?
À Kant les vacances ? Je n’y suis pour Bergson.When, the holidays? I’m here for nobody. (source)tribute to my brother Yannik

Yannik Séguin, deputy major of Tulle (mayor: François Hollande)

Wordle

When a word game becomes an open window on our brain…

In recent weeks, English-speaking social networks have been covered with mysterious little colorful squares, lined up in rows. The cause of the epidemic? The Wordle program, a free-to-play online vocabulary game with an extremely simple principle of guessing one word each day – and only one – in a limited number of attempts. Sign of the times, the New York Times has just announced, on January 31, its buyout for a tidy sum. Attracting millions of participants around the world, to the point of generating French transpositions and countless commercial diversions in the United States, Wordle arouses the interest of psychologists and marketing specialists but also philosophers.

According to one of them, C. Thi Nguyen, assistant professor of philosophy at the University of the Utah Valley and author of the essay Games. Agency As Art (2020), it feeds two of the essential functions of play: the development of our agency, and that of our sociality. (read more)

All Opinions … Plus One

Intellectuals!!! I’m not one. Maybe two?humour Relax, I’m no planetary leader either. Or a deputy on the board. Or someone who thinks he’s a director. None of that, keep cool.

We see them who take themselves seriously as if they had never been children. We see them confused in the austere, the dominant eye, the proud gaze and the determining profile. A word about them kills the crowds. One sign, one tiny gesture is enough to destroy a country. At least they believe it. Are they playing at believing it? Too much ego to play.

The ego is the only part of human being which will not know awakening
Lamaist proverb

For these people, believing is not relative. It’s a hammer, that of Thor or that of the sickle. A lumberjack axe that rolls heads and shakes empires.

How to take me seriously, I have all opinions! Plus one.Impossible but true

No One Hears You Cry

Me is another. I am the one who isn’t. Myself, I’m not the same one, and that’s why people love me. Do they love me? Doubtfull. We don’t like what isn’t. I only exist elsewhere — here, people ignore me. To live happily, stay hidden. To live better, be supine. To live long, keep hidden.

Those who write to me, if they have just read one article or two — often try to break me. Whether they regret it or not, do not regret me. But they regret not being a little. For not having a hair of me. Don’t see any ego in it, I don’t love myself. See there the gift of clairvoyance and Pythia. What a pity!

Pythia was the title of the high priestess of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi, Greece. She was known as the Oracle of Delphi.

Tomorrow appears nude to my astral gaze. In the infinite, no one hears you cry. I will leave this plan as I met it, without passion, without regret, and without the slightest hope. Terra will forget me as I will erase her. It will be as if nothing had happened. Just one who has left.

Para Linguistics

The one who speak to you and son Alexis

Gee! Thus! This is no website, it’s a family business!!!!