A
fundamental assumption I make when beginning any commentary or essay is that my
reader and I share some common ground or interest that may unite us for the few
minutes it takes to read my thoughts.
The forum I
use is the now commonly-used term ‘blog,’ though as I expressed in an earlier
essay, I try to avoid the term finding it to be an ugly word, discordant to my
ear. However, I do sometimes worry that the form, as I use it (being unadorned
with nice pictures or arresting artwork), may work against me because it is admittedly
not attractive and because of that my thoughts might be entirely dismissed even
before the reading.
What I do
not want to have happen is to have my reader dismiss it for some more
substantive reason (other than cosmetics) such as considering it to be sheer
bloviation. (If nothing else comes from
this rumination today is that a new word has been added to your vocabulary: ‘bloviation’
means speech or writing that is wordy, pompous, and generally empty of
meaning.)
An example
of a nationally known figure of my grandfather’s time who was said to be a ‘bloviator’
was United States President Warren G. Harding.
His middle name being Gamaliel perhaps portended this inclination. (Gamaliel was a doctor of the Mosaic Law, a Pharisee, in the time of Paul the apostle.) A campaign speech Mr. Harding gave in 1920 was
reported to have this sentence in it:
“America's
present need is not heroics, but healing; not nostrums, but normalcy; not
revolution, but restoration; not agitation, but adjustment; not surgery, but
serenity; not the dramatic, but the dispassionate; not experiment, but
equipoise; not submergence in internationality, but sustainment in triumphant
nationality.”
Though Harding
expressed these thoughts in words and structure (alliteration) that I,
personally, do not mind, and a viewpoint with which I can largely agree, I can
see the problem.
What gives
me some hope, though, that my thoughts however expressed may be useful to
someone, is that I am assuming we have some common ground that can be built
upon to mutual advantage.
Now, after
all the bloviating of the previous 336 words, I come to my thought: the
advantage of always looking for some common ground in interactions we have with
others.
Well, not so
fast.
Alas, having
just re-read the bloviating that just occurred I find that I must postpone my
thoughts on ‘common ground’ until later lest I stand on ground that is, truly, ‘the
road less traveled by’ (Robert Frost), i.e., less common, simply because I have few, by this point, to stand
or travel with me.