PERK, PARK, and PORK: ‘Music and the Spoken Word’ (song included)

I shall here reveal what I do and do not know about these three common words. (The title, by the way, refers to the weekly radio re-broadcast, from KSL in Salt Lake City, of the glorious Mormon Tabernickle Choir, along with uplifting words from some avuncular church patriarch. (Richard Evans?)
But you don’t remember that, it was ages ago. No, today’s world is far more complex. To wit:
PARK: as a verb, it’s the act of ‘bringing your car, cart, or cartel to a stop, shutting off the engine, exiting the vehicle, and leaving it there for awhile’
I thought of that yesterday, when I eased my Nubira into the spot where my son usually keeps his vehicle, in order to stop in at the local health clinic right across the street. Turns out the only  malady I can be certain I have is ‘Park-in Son’s Parking Place Disease’. (He came home from work unexpectedly and had to circle the block twice)
Ok, PARK as a noun is, I suppose ‘any area set up for the enjoyment of the public’ Roughly.
But then, how to explain the fact that many US states have built long narrow parks, calling them ‘parkways’, and you navigate them for hours with your car in ‘Drive’, not ‘Park’, returning home tired but exhausted to finally ‘park’ in your… ‘driveway!’ Like I said, complex.

PERK: Again, as a verb, it’s ‘something done to coffee’. Don’t ask me, I’m not a gormet.
‘Perky’, as an adjective, is a splendid attribute. Perky things often come in pairs, as is ‘Wow, what a perky pair of pears you got!’

PORK: And this is where I fall off the horsie. My Hebrew/English dictionary omits it entirely, jumping from ‘pore’ {see ‘pour’| to ‘Porgy’ {see ‘Bess‘}, thence to ‘porn’ {see kelp} ‘Ham’ is ‘some guy from the Bible’.

Putting it all together:
I remember often driving past the ‘Perc ‘n Porc Park’ near Philadelphia. Located in scenic Perkiomen, PA, I was always too busy mis-reading the sign for the town as ‘Perk-ten-men’. but yes, it’s an actual restaurant, offering conniseur coffee and pork-chops as their specialty. In a lovely setting Which includes several acres of tree-lined roads behind the establishment.
Which explains why the joint is popularly known, to the young lovers of the area as ‘Park ‘n Pork’. There they steam up the windows nightly, I gather.

THE SONG: One entry in my otherwise skimpy afore-mentioned dictionary, though,  does intrigue me:
‘Porcupine-apple-sauce-pan-handle-bar-code”, defined as ‘the machine-scannable product-ID on replacement grab-bars for the pot traditionally used to prepare a fruit and meat dish popular among certain Native-american tribes (now extinct)’
I suspect, heavily suspect, that the esteemed word-book author is afflicted with the disease addressed in the song below. Endemic on the island of Hispaniola, incurable to-date, its victims ‘typically present with a phantasmagorically-uncontrollable propensity to string words together’. Highly contagious by word-of-mouth or even infected audio files, there is no remedy short of a blow to the cranium with a rubber hammer, which of course has its own attendant side-effect.
Listen at your own risk.

haitian words


9 thoughts on “PERK, PARK, and PORK: ‘Music and the Spoken Word’ (song included)

  1. somewittyhandle

    I took my own risk, and listened.

    I know this song from somewhere; possibly jsolberg@xanga, circa 2000something. However, I swear you have added some extra.

    It’s extremely poetic. Using words like Seurat used dots.


    1. solberg73 Post author

      yes, a re-post, this time on WP. Nothing added or deleted. (unless by computer gremlins)
      Seurat ‘fore-saw’ pixels, one could say. And if Art is trying to capture experience in a concrete and accessible form, perhaps I need to muse a bit on pointilism as a success-story medium. ‘Course most of my subjects are pointless, oy!

  2. eleanorio

    Like Duncan, I also took my chances. Now I have it stuck in my head as an earworm. Trying to read along as I listened reminded me of the contests my husband and I used to have reading Dr. Seuss’ Fox in Socks to the kids as a bedtime story. I won.

    1. solberg73 Post author

      Ah, that competive spirit, no matter how trivial the pursuit. Thanks for listening, El. None of the singers are using the proper ‘voice’, I probably don’t need to point out. The Doctor, in fact, sings out his toches.

  3. Roadkill Spatula

    Trying to follow the lyrics as I listened showed me something about how I read; since there is no coherence, it was hard to keep up because I got bogged down in the first few words of each line. Usually language includes a fair amount of predictability so my reading hits the high spots with a certain amount of skipping of the blah-blah-blah. I don’t know if this song was all high spots or what. It certainly wasn’t all blah-blah-blah, more like blah-say-canyousee-thebirdie-numnum-skull-andcrossbones…

    1. solberg73 Post author

      Yes, Tim, bingo. The full disease. I have three friends in real life who are afflicted; one knows he’s only passably coherent and apologizes, the second is unaware she’s strayed from societally-expected norms, and the third, compounded by full-blown Tourette’s , well, god only knows.
      As in my word-salad example in the body of the post ‘Porcu-pine-apple-sauce-pan-handle-bar-code, you’ll notice that often each word serves double-duty as a compound of the previous, and of the following.
      Thanks for your yeo-man-ship in listening, ha

      1. Roadkill Spatula

        Mine was not as tidy as yours: blasé (say)canyousee (see)thebirdie-(birdie)numnums-(numb)skull-(skull)andcrossbones…

        One of my favorite ex-Xangans used to generate wonderful malaprops in his creative writing. I think that unfortunately I cured him of it by teasing him, so now he edits his stuff. I miss when he used to just sling words out there. As to someone who does it deliberately and brilliantly, there was Gnostic1 who unfortunately has not migrated over here.


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