The limits of alliteration

With no one to do the daily Bible readings on TFR, this week and next I’ve taken that on. I finished up Rev. 21-22 and started 1 Thes. 1 today. I like the exercise. I’m doing more detailed commentaries than the other guys have done, but I don’t know if that can be maintained through the 31st.

And I’m filling in for Richard Mansel, FMag‘s managing editor, who scooted off to Alabama for Christmas with family.

After my fall yesterday (see yesterday’s Journey entry), my knee, along with assorted muscles and strained spots, is sore, but could have been much worse. I’m very thankful. No, there was no snow, sleet, rain, or other weather factors involved. Just an uneven sidewalk and a clumsy misstep.

I like alliteration, but it has its limits. Today, in the daily Bible reading commentary (see 1st paragraph, above), I wrote about “idols, be they wood or willfulness, metal or mental.” And I’ve worked on doing more alliterative poetry, somewhat in the style of Middle-English works like “Beowulf” and “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.” Reading some people’s works, however, one gets the impression that the author spends more time finding words that alliterate than researching the subject and presenting the material in cogent form. Alliteration is a form that can never make up for lack of substance, but may often obscure and confuse good content.

Over on National Review, Dennis Prager thinks he knows “What Men Want:” “to be admired by the woman he loves.” He never mentions “male ego” as I recall, but isn’t that what’s involved? Take a read, then come back and tell me what you think of his article. He promises another article to tell us the age-old secret of what women want. Maybe he should charge for that one.

I’m thinking of, yea, planning, a post on my seven favorite English Bible versions. Is that too controversial? Maybe I should write one, in English, on my favorite Portuguese versions. I’d make a smaller target, reckon?

I mentioned recently that a literary journal of personal essays arrived in the mail. The editor included a quote of mine in her top-of-page section on each page featuring quotes about light. Small, but it’s there.

Reminds me, I’ve got articles to write for some other magazines, some I’ll submit for consideration, a few already agreed upon with editors. By the end of the year, maybe? I’ll let you know if I make it.

The hours march merrily toward Christmas Day;
I wish it were over, or a long way away.

What do you think?