Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: Nouns of Assemblage

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Nouns of Assemblage - A List Poem by Marion

Nouns of Assemblage

A List Poem Assembled by Marion

A murmuration of starlings

An exaltation of larks
A murder of crows
A parliament of owls
A pitying of doves
An unkindness of ravens
A wilderness of monkeys
A bench of bishops
A desert of lapwing
A clowder of cats
A drunkship of cobblers
A barren of mules
A fall of woodcock

Aren’t words beyond amazing? I have to say that nouns of assemblage are mind-blowing, fascinating and strangely curious. These are my favorites from a very long list I found in an old book I own from the 1800's.

xo,

Marion

My newest journal.

3 comments:

erin said...: a parliament of owls! an unkindness of ravens! a clowder! a barren! holy language indeed. who comes (came) up this stuff? certainly in its maiden form language was poetry to begin with.

awesome, marion))

xo
erin; September 19, 2014 at 6:10 AM
Kelly said...: Words are wonderful things - both written and spoken! We must always be careful how we use them.; September 19, 2014 at 9:11 AM
Dreamcatcher said...: I agree with you wholeheartedly! Words really are beyond amazing. Just check out my post where I say the same thing in different words :-p

http://dreamcatcherssay.blogspot.it/2014/10/i-am-lover-of-words.html

And while you're at it please support my blog too:
http://dreamcatcherssay.blogspot.it

May the words never dry up!

Cheers :); October 11, 2014 at 4:43 PM

I Love Lorrie Moore!!

“You’re not a poetess, I hope,” said the English geologist next to her. “We had a poetess here last month, and things got a bit dodgy here for the rest of us.”

“Really.” After the soup, there was risotto with squid ink.

“Yes. She kept referring to insects as ‘God’s typos’ and then she kept us all after dinner one evening so she could read from her poems, which seemed to consist primarily of the repeating line ‘the hairy kiwi of his balls.’”

From: “Birds of America” by Lorrie Moore, page 266, ‘Terrific Mother’

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