Monthly Archives: October 2021

Distribution

Distributio (dis-tri-bu’-ti-o): (1) Assigning roles among or specifying the duties of a list of people, sometimes accompanied by a conclusion. (2) Sometimes this term is simply a synonym for diaeresis or merismus, which are more general figures involving division.


OK, we’ve got another rally scheduled somewhere for next week. As you know, you will be my key people in its management. I know you’ll make this one a regular Nurnberg!

Rep. Greene, you’re in charge of signage—making and delivering signs on sticks to be displayed by our faithful followers. All I ask is that you don’t use the word “hump” on any of them. Beyond that, anything goes so long as it’s a little whacky and expresses our beliefs. At least one-third of them should claim I won the election and another third should support my candidacy in the next Presidential election. The rest of them can be the lies I keep telling about the Pandemic, the Mexican invasion, January 6, and Hunter Biden.

Junior, you and your brother are in charge of security. All those hunting trips I paid for are coming to fruition. Whatever you do, don’t shoot any interlopers and hecklers. Just aim your hunting rifles at them a yell “shut up or else!”

Ivanka, you will bring me a cold Diet Coke whenever I snap my fingers. Make sure Jared stays home and plays with his Legos.

Senator Sinema, you’re on display as a notorious rogue Barbie Doll backstabber who loves me so much you’re willing to ignore the party that elected you. When I call you to the stage, you’ll walk on with a raised clenched fist in a red leather glove, like a Republican pro wrestler. I will hug you, and later, we’ll hook up at the after party. Melania’s visiting family in Slovenia, so we have nothing to fear.

OK! Let’s make this a winner! I make a good living off these rallies. Don’t let me down. Fire up the klieg lights!


Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu).


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Ecphonesis

Ecphonesis (ec-pho-nee’-sis): An emotional exclamation.


Hosanna! Here comes Mr. Crack, my connection! I’ll be on the pavement tonight, drooling, staring at the starry night, heart beating out a rhumba beat. My soul will be restored! My pants will be marinating in urine! Hallelujah!

Whoever said drugs are bad for you was crazy—part of the notorious pedophile George Soros’s conspiracy to thwart human happiness. With his free clinics and fake counseling he snares unsuspecting libertines with lies about their mothers and free food, especially, and ironically, with lithium-laced baklava flown in directly from Sparta, Greece.

Oh God! I don’t have any money! Now I’ll have to get off my lazy ass and rob somebody. Here comes somebody. I’ll use my rubber knife to scare him.

“Hey chumpinola, hand over your wallet or I’ll stick a hole in you!”

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Thud.

Bystander: Look at that guy on the pavement bleeding all over the place! He’s been shot! He’s peed himself and he’s staring at the sky. He’s smiling, but I think he’s dead.


Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu)

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Effictio

Effictio (ef-fik’-ti-o): A verbal depiction of someone’s body, often from head to toe.


His skin was a tribute to Postmodernism—a critique of the grand narratives affording space and surfaces the restrictive positioning of images and linguistic structures, keeping repressive borders intact as if they were mandated by a ‘natural order’ emanating from God.

Mr. Mellon had overcome all that with his body’s free-range tattoos: a Modernist’s nightmare!

Of his 200+ tattoos, he had a frame from “Little House on the Prairie” inked on his chest. In the tat, Charles is inked in, headed to the outhouse with a piece of newspaper in his hand. Alongside the “Little House,” there’s a hammer and sickle from the flag of the now-defunct Soviet Union. Centered on his belly button, there’s a durian fruit with passed-out people lying around dressed like dentists. Tony Soprano and Richard Nixon sit on a cloud on the right side of his neck with the number “9” being carved on it by Albert Einstein wielding a jackhammer.

It would take 100s of pages to describe and catalogue Mr. Mellon’s tattoos. Suffice it to say, from head (a question mark on his nose) to toe (a bleeding cut with stitches), his random tattoos project a sort of “I don’t give a shit” mentality which unfortunately projects a quality of rugged individualism, a keystone of Modernism. However, fortunately, it projects a directionless trajectory: going nowhere, the tattoos display an all-consuming disregard for “normal” and challenge the taken-for-granted preference for everyday life and regimes of truth that unreflectively promulgate it.

Mr. Mellon will be on display in a ventilated glass booth daily at the Notting Hill tube stop from October 5- 9, 1.00-3.00 pm. He will be wearing a spa towel to cover his privates, but the rest of him will be unclothed and on-view as he slowly rotates on a turntable repurposed from a record player manufactured in the late 1960s.


Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu

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Ellipsis

Ellipsis (el-lip’-sis): Omission of a word or short phrase easily understood in context.


Knock knock. You’re not there again. I think it’s all over now baby blue.

I’m leaving my heart in the dumpster behind your apartment. I would’ve preferred San Fransisco, but I’ve been stuck here in Lodi with you since we met last year.

Fool me once. . . . All good things. . . . Blah, blah, blah. The cliches encompassing our relationship’s demise are endless, like the bottomless bowl of bullshit you fed me for a little over a year.

But, I’ve found a new place to dwell. I’m your new next door neighbor. Wish me well!


Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu

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