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SELFIE (Playing With Words)


“Language is a wine upon the lips.”

I am so drunk with words that I could not recall the one who said the foregoing beauty.

So, let’s just drink to SELFIE, till drunkenness do us part. Better yet,  let’s play with the word SELFIE with wild abandon. Let’s take a shot, not of ourselves as what we do in SELFIE but let’s take a shot at the word SELFIE itself.

SELFIE can also be spelled as SELFY. But people are more familiar with the variant SELFIE.

FYI, the term SELFIE is not new at all. The word was minted by Jim Krause in 2005. The Wikipedia explains that “a SELFIE is a genre of self-portrait photograph, typically taken with a hand-held digital camera or camera phone.” Generally, self-portraiture dates back to ancient times.

Now, let’s frolic in the playground of language. Let’s play with the word SELFIE. Let’s see what derivatives can we squeeze out of it.

  1. SELFIENATIC – a person who loves to take his self-portrait photos
  2. SELFIEISM – the desire to take one’s self-portrait photos
  3. SELFIEDOM – the sense of satisfaction a person feels after taking self-portrait photos
  4. SELFIESTIC – describes an artistically-taken self-portrait photo
  5. SELFIEGENIC – looking attractive in selfies
  6. SELFIESTICATED – looking elegant in selfies

There are new fields of studies born out of SELFIE namely SELFIEGRAPHY and SELFIETHERAPY. The former is the art of taking self-portrait photos and the latter is the process of eradicating stress by taking self-portrait photos.

Now, if you try to convince other people to try SELFIGRAPHY then SELFINIZE them.

So, if you intend to join the SELFIENATICS, if suddenly you develop SEFIEISM then you will have to undergo SELFINIZATION…the process of initiating oneself  into SELFIEGRAPHY.

If ever a person has never taken even just a single self-portrait photo, then he is SELFIELESS.

 If a person looks negatively at SELFIE or they have fear of self-portrait photographs then they may be suffering from SELFIETY.

 Those people who are courageous in taking self-portrait photos and have fun doing it can be said to have high SELFIESTEEM.

Neither the people SELFIETYING nor those who have high SELFIESTEEM deserve condemnation. As the saying goes…”To each his own.”

To SELFIE or not to SELFIE is a personal call. If there are people who desire not to take their self-portrait photographs, that is within the bounds of their personal freedom. Conversely, those people who are having fun taking self-portrait photos be allowed to express themselves in a manner they see fit. But citizens of SELFIELANDIA need to exercise discretion. They must bear in mind the existing ethical standards.

For the uninitiated, there is an 11th commandment: “Thou shall not commit SELFIETY.”

Come on! Take a SIP (self-inflicted photograph)! Check your SELFIESTEEM.

Citizens of SELFIELANDIA,  who may also be referred to as SELFIETIANS, do not forget the 12th commandment: “Thous shall not rest until the whole world is SELFIENIZED..


It takes two to tango

Only one to selfie

There is no place for two

The frames are just for me


Sources of the Images:



It’s never easy.

The literary genre most difficult to produce is the poem. Imagine putting together the elements of rhythm, rhyme, sound and imagery, not to mention the need to have a formidable vocabulary.

Writing stories may also have maze-like intricacies because mixing in bowl the elements of fiction within the bounds of the plot  is not a walk in the park.  But fiction writers have the luxury of using a lot of pages to serve their purpose. Leo Tolstoy needed more than half a million words for his novel “War and Peace.”

Conversely, a poet has a single page, sometimes not even the whole of it, to capture vivaciously and vividly the emotions and thoughts pervading within or around him. The Japanese, through their Haiku, would do it in a single-stanza poem with three lines consisting of a total of 17 syllables.

What adds difficulty when poets thread the rhyme zone is that they can not walk the path of sadness while wearing a smile. Neither can they frolic in the lake of happiness while riding the canoe of sadness.

Pain begets pain, joy engenders joy. This is seemingly the prevailing mood in the realm of poetry. Rare are the crying clowns who can masterfully inject sadness into the veins of their poems while they are cracking a joke.

The melancholic lyre sounds best when played by a poet who in one way or another licked some emotional wounds sometime ago in a desolate room. On the other  hand, the trumpet of merriment can best be blown by a poet who has journeyed the clouds of ecstasy.

But life is a masterful musician who teaches poets to play both the melancholic lyre and the trumpet of merriment. Life enables a poet to play any of the said instruments at a given time.

If a poet intends to paint his canvass with gloom then he can easily prick an old emotional wound until it bleeds sadness. He can walk down memory lane and revive the pains inflicted by either a person or an event he would rather forget. That’s not masochism but rather a form of sacrifice, the poet ought to feel what he intends to write.

If it is the rainbow needed in his canvass then exactly the opposite of the foregoing he must be doing.

That‘s the beauty of being a poet. Poets can switch with ease to any emotions that they desire. Like an actor in a theater, crying one moment then in a jiffy burst into laughter.

Sometimes poets get misconstrued. When a poem tackles sadness and regret for losing someone the readers would think that the poet still loves and wants that someone back. Worse, the person who felt alluded to may either be excited or feel vindicated.

Lest we forget that poets are men of arts who write for art’s sake. Undoubtedly, they draw inspiration from someone or something. They need a motivation in pursuance of their art. But as it is, the end is the art and the motivation is but the means to achieve the end.

And what is the reward the poet receives for writing a poem? The reward is the poem itself. No reward can be sweeter than the poem itself which  the poet chiseled with his pains and joys.

As to whether or not a poet  who writes a poem of gloom and bewail is sad and regretful, only he knows.

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