I was asked one day, to describe myself just one way. By a friend i could not deny. I wracked my mind for a word that applied. There was not a single one that i could claim mine owned. So i made one up, that i lwould like to share with all those that are likely to care. I call me obscuse. It an amalgamation of obscure and obtuse. It's describes beautifuly my addiction to the living metaphore of language. That i pick a word with strange connotations and pair it with equal expectations from a disperate source. Unless i'm trying to be direct obviously. But that happens rarely. I enjoy the journey from the edge of relevance on a tangent of assosiative and topsy turvy logic
I Love Invented Words
"obscuse" obtuse and obscure - yes! Indeed. It's the poet's life for me. "...a desperate source...would make a fine name for a poet's autobiography. :)