The Rules:

The Word of the Week is being brought back by popular demand!

The contest made its debut in summer 2007, with many staff members actively involved as participants.

Every Wednesday a new word will be made available. It's your job to use this word in a creative way. In 2007, the judges asked that the word be used in a sentence, but you library folk proved to be much more clever! We received poems, prose, letters - you name it!

The entries are judged based on originality and creativity. Entries must be submitted via email to smu.wow@gmail.com by 3pm on Tuesday.

The winning entry will revealed on this blog the following day (Wednesday), and the winner will be awarded a prize - including the much-coveted Word of the Week trophy. Serious bragging rights, people!

If you're looking for ideas, inspiration, or nostalgia, swing by Shannon's desk and take a peek at past entries in the Word of the Week binder.


We look forward to your submissions, and good luck!

Wednesday 18 May 2011

Dipsomaniacal - The Entries

dipsomaˈniacal, adj.

To be affected with a morbid and insatiable craving for alcohol, often of a paroxysmal character. Also applied to persistent drunkenness, and formerly to the delirium produced by excessive drinking.



Dipsomaniacal
I went to the seashore
to dip in the water.
I thought of cavorting
like dolphin or otter
The beach was ablaze
with dazzling sunlight
but the water was freezing.
It didn't feel right.
My fear of pneumonia
seemed hypochondriacal.
So I ran up and dove in
-- a dip, so maniacal.

-Doug Vaisey



Dipsomaniacal
If you are lactose intolerant, you are, ipso facto, anti-lacto, eh.
If you crave '80s music, then you are, ipso facto, disco-whacked-o, dude.
If you need a drink a day, then you are, ipso facto, dipso, man.
I - aahh - call that a consequence of the Word of the Week contest!

-Sandra Hamm



Dipsomaniacal






















-Nancy Wilson



Dipsomaniacal
As the saying goes “beer before wine, everything’s fine”.I started with beer.
So, then I had sum wine.
Notsosure when I shtarted wi the rum
Boy tha wuz sum. Fun. Rum.
Didnt make it to tha tequila atal
So I guessi’m not dipso *hic* manmanman iacal
An another thing how come jus cuz I like a likkle ouzo, everyone calls me dipso?

-Sue Cannon



Dipsomaniacal
Our Jessie went on a Himalayan trek last summer.   One of the way stations she stayed in was the remote town of Manali, one of the few places where visitors enjoy the local sport of yak skiing (you could look it up).  The skier, she observed, begins at the bottom of the hill.  First shaking and then spilling on the ground a basket of local nuts, the great beast’s master entices the peckish bovine to race down the side of the hill—and up the hill the skier is pulled.
Our Jessie, ever the curious little thinker, wondered about the connection between the nuts and the yak’s downward venture.  “Perhaps,” she pondered aloud, “The shaking sound simply brings the Yak’s attention to the lower ground that needs to be explored; perhaps Yaks naturally flow downhill; perhaps…”
The helpful guide, wishing to shut her up even for a moment, said, “Let’s try a little experiment.”  And so he went to the top of the hill, shook the nuts and scattered them about up there, whereupon the hairy mammal ran right back up the hill.  “Ipso facto*”, he said, “The Yak follows the nuts.”
Ever the wit, and perhaps a little miffed, Jessie replied, “Well, the Yak dipped  downhill, in so doing reversed the normal order of things for the skier, so might not it be more accurately said of the nuts, “Facto dipso, main yak call?”

*I know, I know, but in a rarefied mountain atmosphere, herders sometimes confuse philosophical terms.

-Ken Clare




AND THE WINNING ENTRY IS...

Dipsomaniacal
They stood, on stilted legs,
their bright beaks glistening
with liquid light,
bobbing,
bobbing,
bobbing
in endless insatiable motion.

It's so unfair.  When dipping birds
in trinket shop windows can
drink,
and drink
and drink yet more and stand
on stilted legs, unphased by intake.

Yet I, on stilted legs
at the bar will wobble and fall
after bobbing,
bobbing,
bobbing
into the booze.

Why can the plastic toys
dip so maniacly
and bow like unaffected oil field pumps
and when I do it
I become a dictionary parody
- dipsomaniacal.  Quick
there must be some Scotch
left in my lower drawer.

-Doug Vaisey


Congratulations Doug!

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