One day I was camping with some people and wandered into the woods to a gorgeous stump that had congealed sap glittering in the moonlight, surrounded by moss. I kept exclaiming to myself in words of praise for it, and tried to catch myself from automatically reacting in words. I wanted to experience my excitement without that filter.
I managed it, and afterwards for a long time, whenever I praised something, I said, “That’s stump.” It was a way of reminding me how language can not only expand but limit meaning, can not only express but curtail the extent of our authentic responses. My students in the university never questioned it when, without any explanation, I said their essays were stump. Tee hee.
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