My children were cursed, they said, with a mother who loves words. I used to fuss at them about their school essays, “Show don’t tell.”
My son is a now a poet. His bio reads: “…and his mother inquired of his second grade teacher: ‘How is his prose?'” My face reddens to recall that memory.
Words are powerful when they paint pictures. Take this poem by the talented Matt Rohrer. It reads like Exhibit A from Strunk & White’s Elements of Style under the section: “Show, Don’t Tell” which advises on the use of imagery.
I’m tweeting this to Dan Pink, who is equally afflicted by a language infatuation, although his rapture is signage.