
[As a hypothetical guest of The Oprah Winfrey Show,] Roger Clemens would Misremember and Disunderstand and wriggle and wraggle until she caught him square in her Cocoa Gaze and then he would try to look away and quote His Heroic Stats and hold up each of his Seven Cy Young Awards and she would still be sitting there—brown glare glaring, arms folded across her aqua turtleneck chest—waiting for the truth to ember it’s way out of his gimungo, drug-thumping head.You gotta love the Leary wordplay. As I write, Urban Dictionary has no definitions for gimungo yet. I gladly take Leary on his word that he’s using it correctly. But why did I have to hit the literary bump in the road of “it’s way” instead of “its way”? Good writing, even as innovative as Leary’s, is as technically demanding to perform as good music. Grammar, spelling, and punctuation serve aesthetic purposes as much as harmony, dynamics, and rhythm. Or so it seems to me.
Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 2:44 PM
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