Lanes Monday, June 19 1995

A certaine list of words, seemingly short but surprisingly encompassing, can be readily named as curse words. This is not the practice of a single timespan or era-king, but of centuries across as many as a third of all bricklaying cultures.
Curses, much like controversy cues amply provided for by the diplomat, emphasize, rouse, reject, or excite. Perhaps it is these properties that qualify wordphrases as curses: juvenalia and bawdry ripostes, words ill fit for their context, and the names of lovingparts flash brightly on the screen of the fully human mind.

In a schoolclass of the 20th century, there was once a roomlord who aimed to impress upon his students a majesty and cunning that might motivate achievement and stroke his heartcrest. As his chief instrument to this end, he used curses with such abandon that the proportion and raisoned combination of elements failed, and his pupils found him stuttering out verbiage of poor syntax with damned places for lovingparts and sexacts for adverbs. The tenure of his preposterous legerdomaine was shy of the hundred days required in such institutions, and so the students learned nothing but the nature of dusty coughs hazarded by man's ragged descent from adolescence. At least it was a bit of biology, for this was a science class.

-CB Lanes