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Factoids : The longest word in the English language

The longest word in the English language, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is


pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.

The only other word with the same amount of letters is


pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconioses,

its plural.

pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (NOO-muh-noh-UL-truh-MY-kruh-SKOP-ik-SIL -i-koh-vol-KAY-no-KOH-nee-O-sis, nyoo-) noun

A lung disease caused by inhaling fine particles of silica.

[From New Latin, from Greek pneumono- (lung) + Latin ultra- (beyond, extremely) + Greek micro- (small) + -scopic (looking) + Latin silico (like sand) + volcano + Greek konis (dust) + -osis (condition).]

Even though we have included the pronunciation of this word, we advise caution lest you may have to avail the services of an otorhinolaryngologist (ear, nose, and throat specialist).

At 45 letters, it's the longest word in any English language dictionary. It's a trophy word -- its only job is to serve as the longest word. In day-to-day use, its nine-letter synonym "silicosis" works just as well. Whatever you call it, it is deadly. Here's the story of an incident.

हर शख्स दीवाना तेरा

"इस शहर में किस से मिलें हम से तो छूटी महिफ़लें,

हर शख्स तेरा नाम ले हर शख्स दीवाना तेरा"

 इब्ने इंशा

Go and catch a falling star - John Donne

GO and catch a falling star,

Get with child a mandrake root,

Tell me where all past years are,

Or who cleft the devil's foot,

Teach me to hear mermaids singing,

Or to keep off envy's stinging,

And find

What wind

Serves to advance an honest mind. 

If thou be'st born to strange sights,

Things invisible to see,

Ride ten thousand days and nights,

Till age snow white hairs on thee,

Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,

All strange wonders that befell thee,

And swear,

No where

Lives a woman true and fair. 

If thou find'st one, let me know,

Such a pilgrimage were sweet;

Yet do not, I would not go,

Though at next door we might meet,

Though she were true, when you met her,

And last, till you write your letter,

Yet she

Will be

False, ere I come, to two, or three.

John Donne’s “Song: Go, and Catch a Falling Star” is a metaphysical conceit of the unnaturally small frequency of fair and virtuous women in the world.  Donne uses the fantastic and impossible examples of catching falling stars; pregnancies with mandrake roots; and hearing mermaids singing to describe just how hard it is to find a beautiful woman who will stay true and loyal to her husband.  Donne describes in the second and final stanza of “Song: Go, and Catch a Falling Star” how if one were to search the world for a thousand days and nights, seeing many strange and wonderful things, they would still not find a single faithful woman.  Donne even goes so far as to state in the last stanza that if he were to know where that perfect woman was, even if she was next door, she would already be false with several men before he even managed to walk the few steps to reach her.

In interpreting John Donne’s poem, “Song: Go, and Catch a Falling Star”, it would be quick to assume he holds some religiously pious distain for women who, by Biblical nature, where liars and deceivers.   True, it seems to be something of a sermon for young clergymen to be weary of the female seductress and, true, he probably did write it when he was still stinging from an unfaithful young lover he had when he was himself a young man of reputation, but its entertaining wit and imaginative conceit almost dictates a humorous jest at female stereotypes.  After all, what lover, after finding a partner unfaithful, doesn’t go through a phase of distaining the offending sex.  John Donne, in his classic style, avenges himself with a sonnet sharp enough to draw blood, yet still softly touched with humor so to keep it in circulation well after his death.

“Song: Go, and Catch a Falling Star,” is one of John Donne’s most famous early poems about female nature.  Its lines of witty stereotypical prose would serve as a rallying banner for betrayed young men throughout London; striking at those femme-fatal’s of the gentleman’s heart.  Yet, the female reader should not loose any love for Donne.  He was, after all, a young poet whose satirical works were his main focus in his early period.  In the end, however, he did marry his loving wife, Anne, to whom he stayed passionately involved until her death in 1617, and never remarried even though they had a large family of eleven children together.

John Donne

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John Donne’s “Song: Go, and Catch a Falling Star” (1633) is a perfect example of Donne’s earlier playfulness with metaphysical conceits and female sexuality.  As a younger poet, before Donne became an Anglican Theological Doctorate famous for his sermons, John Donne was a rather ‘maiden-obsessed’ Jacobean poet with a reputation for sonnets about the women of London.  John Donne’s “Song: Go, and Catch a Falling Star”, is an example of some of the humorous works Donne would come up with for the drunken jokers of English taverns to recite when out of favor with the ladies.

John Donne (1572 – 1631) was a metaphysical lyrical poet famous for his use of the metaphysical conceit: a strange and interesting comparison between two subjects when they, in fact, have very little in common at all.  These comparisons are so outrageous that in doing so, Donne’s poetry could almost be considered metaphysical ‘humor.’  A classic example of Donne’s work, “The Flea” (1633), shares much of the style and banter of “Song: Go, and Catch a Falling Star”.  In “The Flea”, Donne attempts to persuade a woman to make love with him by describing a bedbug that had bitten them both, and then comparing that insect to a wedding bed.  In Donne’s argument, because their blood was consequently mingling within the insect, was that they were already unified in a symbolic sanguine marriage, and so the physical act of love between them now would be of little consequence to the woman’s principles.  This same sense of humor, the one that made John Donne such a historical poet, is what a reader would find in Donne’s “Song: Go, and Catch a Falling Star.”

Only romance is lasts a lifetime

We must learn to love.

Only romance is lasts a lifetime.

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Time is too slow for those who wait,

too swift for those who fear,

too long for those who grieve, 

too short for those who rejoice,

but for those who love, 

time is eternity. 

Henry Van Dyke

Weekends

Not having a weekend last week made me realize how crazy difficult it is to pull through work two weeks in a row without proper rest. I realize a lot of people who work don't actually have the leisure of a "weekend" so I should be, and I am, quite grateful for having them regularly.

Friendship

The most I can do for my

friends is simply to be

their friend.  I have no

wealth to bestow upon

them.  If they know that

I am happy in loving them,

they will want no other

reward.  Is not friendship

divine in this?

My angel I'll love you thru all eternity

For you my sweet angel I would die

I'd pick all the stars from the sky

And give them all just for you

To let you know how much I love you

My angel I'll love you thru all eternity

I would do anything for you sweetie

I wrote this poem from my heart

To let you know your my sweetheart

Please stay with me forever

Take my hand and lets be together

Lets fly up to the heavens above

And show everyone we are in love

The "thankful" blog

Recently I've been going through a bit of personal struggles and I've really opened my eyes to how amazing, but also how fragile life is in this world. Our lives can be taken away at any moment without warning, which is why I'm motivated to start this documentation of all the things, events, people, that comes across my life that inspires me, moves me, or just puts a smile on my face. It's too easy to take things for granted in life, and I just don't want to let myself do that anymore. I hope you guys will support my blog, and hopefully be inspired as well to appreciate life for its every detail.

Welcome to my blog !

Welcome to my blog 

"Smile"

I've never realized how powerful and important smiles are. I used to be afraid of smiling-- I didn't know how to do it believe it or not, that's why I never smiled for pictures when I was young. What's really been brightening up my days lately are smiles I get from strangers, it doesn't matter if it's just a polite smile from a worker at a store, or if it's a flirtatious one from someone at a bar. The fact that these people made an effort to form a smile with their lips for me is enough to make me feel like life is so much more beautiful.