Noun:
unc·tu·ous    /ˈʌŋktʃuəs/ Show Spelled[uhngk-choo-uhs] Show IPA –adjective 1. characterized by excessive piousness or moralistic fervor, esp. in an affected manner; excessively smooth, suave, or smug.
2. of the nature of or characteristic of an unguent or ointment; oily; greasy.
3. having an oily or soapy feel, as certain minerals.
Origin:
1350–1400; ME < ML ūnctuōsus, equiv. to L ūnctu ( s ) act of anointing ( ung ( uere ) to smear, anoint + -tus suffix of v. action) + -ōsus -ous
It's a smeary, smarmy word and it best describes the experience of coming in contact with the oil spill in the gulf. The greasy, unctuous liquid covers the marsh grasses and sea animals who mistake it, floating on the surface, for life-giving plankton. Write with us on "OIL"

Genta is our MYKU Master of the Week.

Genta’s writes to unclutter her mind.

When asked why she writes, Genta said, "On a homebound flight from Italy, I began a letter to a friend about having spent hours resisting the urge to fall to my knees in wonder as I studied Michelangelo's David in the Galeria de Accademia in Florence. I'd never had such a spiritual experience as when beheld the sculpture bathed in light and flanked by the dark, rough hewn Prisoner sculptures. I struggled to express the exquisite beauty of those hours, and finally gave up in frustration. I cast about trying to come up with something else to write about and decided to introduce my penmate to some "imaginary friends" that had been bouncing through my brain for years but had never developed on paper. It was delightful, once I got over the absurdity of describing people who have never existed anywhere but in my head. I spent hours on that letter, but in the end, I ripped it apart and sent only the first paragraph--bland generalities about my voyage. I kept the rest of the letter, not having the heart to throw it out, but not knowing what else to do with it. I write in an effort to empty my head of all the thoughts crammed in it. Sometimes it works!"

Genta questions her world and those in it, “I like to know about people and what their passions are.” Some of her writing ability may be inherited. Her grandmother was a poet and columnist, and Genta is currently re-reading her grandmother's work. Of writing on mykuworld with the rest of the community of writers and poets, Genta commented, "The world is bigger than my little corner of it and I love use myku to probe for what's out there."

Just a few of our favorites from Genta:

Mr Mischief
Blythe Dallaire I know you're there
Impossible to miss
Your evil grin, your winking eye
Your sly and stolen kiss!

Fits and Starts
Have you ever regretted to love?
Have you ever been driven away?
Have you ever made peace with a pain you unleashed?
Have you ever not known what to say?

sour chef you chef
Garlic, lemon, butter, basil,
pasta, pepper,capers
Sounds too tempting to be left
Solely writ on papers.

All this dental/mother stuff
My mother wears a crown
I don't wish to inherit.
She crosses bridges and canals
But me--I couldn't bear it!