Landlubberly

Justin, my dear twin, once again you are re-writing history (other (in)famous Justin history re-writes: the bubble blowing contest in which I schooled you, your insistence in believing that space aliens caused the fall of the Berlin Wall).  In your last post you quoted a conversation we had recently, here’s the tail end…

Justin: Super-Duper.
Jon: Yup, yup, yup.

I believe that  shortly after the aforementioned “yup, yup, yup” I went on to discuss my philosophy of art and love (here’s a reminder…they both include lots of glitter) and you ended the conversation with a monologue on the purpose of a young poet in the cornfields of Iowa (you, twin, can make the sestina culturally relevant again!).

Pretty deep…I think we’d fit in mighty nice on that ship.

My post today is focused on Porter’s use (or abuse) of the word landlubber (and its (much) lesser used proverb cousin “landlubberly”).  When I first encountered this word I thought to myself, “Interesting use of a little known word, Miss Porter.”  But she keeps using it…here’s an example:

News dispatches were rather nautical in character and the movements of ships unknown to landlubbers were thought worth mentioning…

…and now I’m pretty sure that Katherine Anne Porter is a pirate.

Argh!  I wonder if she’ll make some walk the plank (matey).

Well I’m off,

Jon