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Spurious meets Flexibility – Juniper Literary Festival

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This April, we took the Favorite Words Project to  the Juniper Literary Festival at the University of Massachusetts, where we introduced it to a crowd of writers and book makers.

The festival was nice, a quaint collection of  local and national small presses showing off their books in the bright open space inside the fine arts center.  The curators of this gathering were really generous when it came to our need for room for a printer and enough space to make the custom made iron-on t-shirts, though they seemed a little suspect of what were actually doing.  I don’t blame them.  There we were, among some of the most beautifully made books in the country written by extremely talented poets and writers,  asking people their favorite words and printing out bumper stickers.    Regardless, the response to the project was good.  Mostly because people had favorite words to share and they were happy to share them.

Since it was a gathering, we thought we’d give out name tags with people’s words on them in addition to the bumper stickers and author certification cards so we could create a conversation piece between festival-goers as they made their way around the book tables. I was especially taken with how the name tags allowed people to know each other not through their real names, but through their favorite words, and how unlikely pairings of people and words made for its own kind of poetry.  Here’s my favorite:  Spurious meets Flexibility.

Spurious looked to be in his early fifties, a yellow haired guy with a cigarette tucked behind his ear wearing an over sized-tweed jacket.  He came to our table kind of sideways, as many people did,  wondering what we were doing and if there was a catch. Though, after hearing our little spiel, he brightened up and began thinking out loud about his favorite words.  He had an enviable vocabulary and broke out some words I had never heard of,  beautiful words  charged with a potency only he could give them.  I imagined him smoking non-stop in a small apartment typing away on an ancient type writer and those words spilling furiously onto paper.  In any case, he finally settled on the word Spurious, and explained it as meaning “underhanded and kind of sneaky.” He seemed to enjoy this word quite a bit and it made me wonder what about him connected to it.  Merriam-Webster defines spurious, among other things, as “of a deceitful nature or quality.”

Eventually, Spurious moved on wearing his name tag and carrying his bumper sticker.  Moments later, a woman arrived to take his place in front of our table.    She had straight, shoulder length brown hair and a welcoming smile.  She had come to the festival on her own (as did Spurious) but seemed quite comfortable chatting with strangers, talking about books and writing.  When we asked her her favorite word, she was a little dumbfounded at first, and her cheeks got a bit pink.  She didn’t know if she had a favorite word, she said, but there was a word that had been haunting her for  the past 24 hours.  She explained that her house had caught on fire the evening before, and while everything was ok, the word “flexibility” had started playing like a mantra in her head.  So, that’s the word she gave us and it was clear that she considered our asking for it as a sign that she was supposed to inhabit that word for awhile — bring it’s message closer to her everyday actions.  I was glad she was happy about it and that our little project could have brought so much meaning on for a person.

Many words later, I saw Spurious and Flexibility having an animated, friendly conversation not too far from our table — he with his cigarette, leaning in and out of the conversation, and she with her blushed cheeks chatting away.  I don’t know what they were saying, and I hope this doesn’t feel like a big let down of an ending to my story, but seeing the two of them together  had meaning.   It seems to me that their favorite words glued innocently to their lapels were actually windows to their souls, or at least windows to some part of themselves that neither would have seen before and that I certainly wouldn’t have seen before.  It was both sweet and profound.  It made me wonder why we as a people don’t find a better way of naming ourselves, a way that speaks more clearly  to who we are.  The Native Americans had a good system I think.  A favorite word naming system?  Perhaps.  All I know is that those two words – Spurios and Flexibility – will, for me, always be linked with those two people.

In fact, there were quite a few people from the festival whom I remember by their word — the young couple “Wonky” and “Lumberjacket”.  “Humming”, who liked his word so much he bought a t-shirt. “Monacle”, which was my favorite of the day and who’s owner said, “I think a lot about monacles.”  It was such an interesting way to get to know people.  Can’t wait for our next outing to meet the next group of people through their words.