Monday, November 2, 2015

Exaggeration, by Lewis


The first definition given in Wiktionary for “exaggeration” is “the act of heaping or piling up”. When piled higher and deeper, it can be called “hyperbole”, which is condensed from the French word “hy-per-bol-excrement”, meaning “cut the crap before you look like an idiot”.

Some professionals don’t mind risking looking like an idiot. Therefore, they readily indulge in hyperbole--for example, mimes. Mimes move exaggeratedly across the stage in order to convey to the audience that they are actually doing something meaningful, such as cleaning a window or looking for a hidden doorway that would allow them to escape from an invisible box. Most people over the age of 24 months have grown tired of this charade, however, leaving former mimes to try to make a living as drum majors.

Another master of exaggeration is the stand-up comic. People do not laugh at stories of ordinary people doing ordinary things in an ordinary way. They tend to laugh at ordinary people doing ordinary things in an extraordinary way or extraordinary people doing extraordinary things in an ordinary way or some variation thereof.

Paradox is another form of exaggeration. Examples from comedy are the heart-broken clown of Red Skelton or Jackie Gleason’s indolent, effeminate son of wealth who also happens to be a lush.

In the end, the word “exaggeration” may simply be a fancy word for a lie, albeit in a context that is benign, rather than malevolent. If your lover asks, “Does this [whatever] make me look fat?” and your answer is “Darling, you have the perfect proportions
,” then you have exaggerated, perhaps even indulged in hyperbole. However, if you reply, “Do pigs wallow in shit?” you have neither lied nor exaggerated. However, the chances of your scoring that evening are close to zero—and that’s no exaggeration.

© 3 June 2015


About the Author


I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and had two children while working as an engineer for the Ford Motor Company. I was married to a wonderful woman for 26 happy years and suddenly realized that life was passing me by. I figured that I should make a change, as our offspring were basically on their own and I wasn't getting any younger. Luckily, a very attractive and personable man just happened to be crossing my path at that time, so the change-over was both fortuitous and smooth. Soon after, I retired and we moved to Denver, my husband's home town. He passed away after 13 blissful years together in October of 2012. I am left to find a new path to fulfillment. One possibility is through writing. Thank goodness, the SAGE Creative Writing Group was there to light the way.

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