I like the letter “F”. It flutters, floats, flits, a feathery soft breath between lip and tooth, fragile and fulsome at the same time. It’s wholesome, family and friends and forever. And it is anything but, failure and famine and a thousand false starts.
“F” did not come easily to me. Do I choose something fun? Something funny? I spent some time contemplating farfanugen (definitely not a real word). Which is more often spelled farfegnugen (also not a real word) and which is an English butchery of the German fahrvergnugen (real word…just not an English one).
Apparently, it means driving pleasure. As in driving a car. As in it came from a Volkswagon commercial from the 90’s. I hunted it down on YouTube. It is not an especially good commercial. And, no, I don’t know why I grappled onto “farfanugen.”
For me, it’s a light-hearted under-the-breath mouth-filler. If you’re the nervous type, you might know what I mean. It has nothing to do with driving pleasure for me. But maybe something to do with the pleasure of speaking the word…even a butchered English rendition of it.
Perhaps what I like best about the letter “f” though is this blog, the fallacy of trying choose one of a thousand words, the finicky nature of my fingers finagling their way towards Fahrenheit, fortune, fame. I find that I don’t want to choose. The blog wanders, lies fallow and fruitless.
Fallow. Cultivated land allowed to lie idle during growing season. Plowed land. (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/fallow).
Maybe that’s what this blog post is…a field of words, earthy and rich, these few paragraphs simply the turning over of the soil. I don’t know what to plant. So I sit in it, getting dirt on my jeans, hands, breathing in the possibilities and unwilling to make a choice.
Fallow. I like the word. I like all the words.
And that’s the truth of it.
Blogger’s Note: Farfanugen, farfanugen…lol!