I know this lesson is ready for the archives, but I just read an example of allititeration in an article about hypertension. I guess I now have a heightened awareness of it.
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Lillian
Be a Better Writer--ALLITERATION
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Re: Be a Better Writer--ALLITERATION
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Fortunate 500
I have a love affair with words. I write, even when I think I can't. I'm hooked on words!
"Let words bewitch you. Scrutinze them, mull them, savor them, and in combination, until you see their subtle differences and the ways they tint each other." Francis Flaherty
Re: Be a Better Writer--ALLITERATION
Glad you spotted that, Lillian!
In that case (as with the Supreme Court example that Steve cited earlier), I'm sure the alliteration wasn't intentional, for any particular effect. It's more likely that there were no other word choices available to express those particular concepts.
Regardless, it's fun to spot serendipitous alliteration. Being able to pick up on it will eventually make alliteration part of your natural mindset, and you'll be more likely to be able to use it well in your writings.
In that case (as with the Supreme Court example that Steve cited earlier), I'm sure the alliteration wasn't intentional, for any particular effect. It's more likely that there were no other word choices available to express those particular concepts.
Regardless, it's fun to spot serendipitous alliteration. Being able to pick up on it will eventually make alliteration part of your natural mindset, and you'll be more likely to be able to use it well in your writings.
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Re: Be a Better Writer--ALLITERATION
Hi, Jan. I don't write poems, but I've wrote this one just to do not fail at the Challenge--Beat Around The Bush. I fixed it a little to bring it here . I do have some Alliteration in it to contribute to the class.
Deadline
The whistling winds shivering at the windows, like faraway waves kneading the shores of my soul, lull me into fantasy and bliss. I dream
Then I write
One word
Then I halt.
I look through the window
There's an icy river passing by the land
I roll the pencil; I rub the rubber grip; I sense it between my fingers
I dot a period.
I drop the rod and grab the mug
A hot Yerba Mate, tasting like thin fluid nectar. It slides slowly through the curves of my tongue, and it dribbles down into my throat. I savor
The savor is on my tongue. My tongue, my thoughts, my tongue
I look at the white paper, it is empty
Only a word. I erase it.
The Yerba is cold. Bitter
I look through the window
There's a grassy meadow across the icy river
I push the rod against the frozen sheet
I crack it. I break it. Then I come up
Then I write
Then I breathe.
Thank you.
Deadline
The whistling winds shivering at the windows, like faraway waves kneading the shores of my soul, lull me into fantasy and bliss. I dream
Then I write
One word
Then I halt.
I look through the window
There's an icy river passing by the land
I roll the pencil; I rub the rubber grip; I sense it between my fingers
I dot a period.
I drop the rod and grab the mug
A hot Yerba Mate, tasting like thin fluid nectar. It slides slowly through the curves of my tongue, and it dribbles down into my throat. I savor
The savor is on my tongue. My tongue, my thoughts, my tongue
I look at the white paper, it is empty
Only a word. I erase it.
The Yerba is cold. Bitter
I look through the window
There's a grassy meadow across the icy river
I push the rod against the frozen sheet
I crack it. I break it. Then I come up
Then I write
Then I breathe.
Thank you.