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Make Actiloquy a Thing: the Case for Fixing Linguistic Philosophy’s Worst Name

There are moments when the act of saying something is the thing that makes it happen. There are some serious heavy hitters to consider:

  • a judge saying, “I sentence you to life”
  • the officiant saying, “I now pronounce you married”
  • sorcerers saying “abracadabra!” (or the possible Aramaic original אברא כדברא, Abra K’davra — “I create as I speak”)

On these occasions, speech isn’t just hot air or describing the weather. This speech is a pressed launch button; an proclaimed formal decree; an act of actual power. When such words are spoken aloud it is reality itself that echoes. So… what’s the right word for those words?

Well obviously I went digging. Just get itchy like that sometimes, I do. Somewhere in our shared meta-lingual hyperfield a.k.a. chatbots & web searches, I sought whatever noun-lemma-thing that definitively, English-language-ly, captures the idea of “Word as Deed” …though I could’ve sworn we already had one. But I found something else: a steaming disaster of ill-fated scholarly branding that has probably confused people for 70+ years. Even worse is that it probably is the term I remembered — I just didn’t remember it being this terrible.

So, the Old Guard Said So

Right, so: J.L. Austin. Illustrious midcentury philosopher of language (beautiful title btw). Best known for developing the theory of “speech acts” (yes, exactly this, yes). Left us the well-known posthumous opus “How to Do Things with Words” (that’s what I’m talking about). Dude was a linguistic pragmatist, was big talkin’ up O.L.P. which means Ordinary Language Philosophy btw, and finally formalized the objectively-correct opinion that not all speech is merely for describing or communicating — some speech does things (YES, THANK YOU). Great start!

Man couldn’t stick the friggin’ landing though. His chosen term for this world-altering, nigh-magical power of speech? “Performative Utterance.” Wow ok.  Bit underwhelming. Distinct lack of whelm there.

It’s clunky. It’s overly academic and uninspired. It’s two mul-ti-syl-lab-ic words when one should do. Also, it’s downright confusing, isn’t it? Admittedly no one could predict that “performative” would increase in usage by over 100 times since 1960 (the year Austin died), and mutate into what is essentially an insult. “Performative” now suggests empty virtue signaling or faking something for online likes. It’s more like “fake it till you make it”, when it should be the real deal… make it.

But wait! It gets worse maybe? Austin later refined his limited initial ‘performative utterances’ idea and framed it as the middle of three levels, an analysis now called Speech Act Theory:

  • Locutionary Act: the noises one makes from one’s face-hole
  • Illocutionary Force: the actual intent and purpose (informing, ordering, promising, spellcasting, etc).
  • Perlocutionary Effect: the impact had on listeners

“Illocutionary?” Sorry, at least it’s a unique word, and I should be grateful, yet instead I must say oof. Oof, I say. The thing smacks of academic jargogling at its worst — high-on-its-own-supply terminology that gatekeeps a concept which everyone understands intuitively. It needs the whole system to even make sense. Somehow it’s more forgettable, too. A word like that was never going to see wide adoption. Respect to J.L. Austin, but for a language guy I expected you would’ve appreciated words more…

Uh oh. Maybe you had hoped to. You were a meticulous perfectionist who died unexpectedly before you could finish your greatest work. That rough draft made its way into the groundwater, and is still somehow quite highly-regarded. Kind of wish I hadn’t so deeply dunked on your aesthetics there, bud.

How bout I illocutionarily concede I only did it to make a particular point. (Reader, you may perlocutionarily decide if the point is made.)

Then There Was the Word

Right, so: we probably don’t need three confusing stuffy overly-similar tongue-twisters to describe the power of words. We need one useful word that clearly indicates what it is. We need a word that might gain traction outside specialized analytical contexts and find broad appeal. Maybe even a word that’s kinda cool? We need:

“Actiloquy”

Derived from the Latin Actus (action/deed) and Loqui (to speak), it is exactly what it hopefully sounds like: Action-Speech. The Spoken Deed. Say + Do.

The beauty of “actiloquy” is that it feels native to English speakers before they even open a dictionary. It shares a rhythmic and etymological DNA with “soliloquy,” a word common enough you might’ve been quizzed on it in high school. While a soliloquy is a speech of isolation, turning inward to the self, an actiloquy is a speech of projection, turning outward to the world.

You may have heard of  “somniloquy”, for talking in one’s sleep, or “colloquy” for a formal conversation, and of course honorable mentions “eloquent”, “loquacious”, and even “grandiloquent.” Mm, good stuff. Meanwhile we also have active, acting, actress, actuator, actionable, activity, transaction, interaction, activation, actuary, and actual, which are pretty solid words in English as well.

This intuitiveness can bridge the mental gap between the sacred and the bureaucratic. It forms a linguistic umbrella that covers the “so mote it be” of a pagan ceremony, the “presto change-o” of a kid’s magic show, or the “I accept the offer” of an employment contract. When a CEO says “you’re fired,” the employment contract is severed; the social reality has been altered instantaneously via actiloquy. This conceptual framing acknowledges that these are all the same mechanic: a switch flipped by human voice. It is closer the original and unrefined performative utterance.

Austin’s illocutionary act tries to get at this, but feels far too cerebral, too focused on the speaker’s internal intention. Actiloquy shifts the focus outward. It suggests a kinetic weight and importance, that action is inherent to the word’s definition… as befitting its intending meaning. It is no longer mired in Austin’s locational metaphors of within versus beyond the speech, however analytically useful they might be.

Yet a word isn’t better merely because it’s more intuitive, or familiar-ish, nor because it’s less worse than the alternatives. Actiloquy is more than that — though you might not guess why. The particular subject of the word touches on phenomena which mystics and legal scholars have had to contend for millennia: the effect of spoken language isn’t just in the meaning of the words, but in the physical, enacted, momentary event of their release.

There is the Japanese concept of Kotodama, the “soul of language”, where words aren’t just labels slapped onto objects but an influence on the object itself. This aligns strangely well with the Neoplatonist Iamblichus and his defense of magical “barbarous names” for ritual use — that an incantation’s power didn’t lie in understanding the words, but instead in the sound itself. In the modern era we could connect these ideas to the famed Sapir–Whorf hypothesis and linguistic relativity, where a language’s structures directly affect a speaker’s perceptions. It is said that a specific acoustic key unlocks a specific meaningful door. Well, why wouldn’t it?

Actiloquy sounds good. It just does. Try it out; maybe you’ll like it. When a priest consecrates the host it is actiloquy. An officer gives an order, and that is actiloquy. When mom tells you “it’s bedtime now”, you better believe that is actiloquy. An ancient and sophisticated linguistic device, a sonic weapon, the power of The Word: actiloquy.

Not the Final Word

Language is supposed to evolve to serve the people who use it, not the other way around. We aren’t all meant to be burdened with “Illocutionary Force” just because a guy at Oxford in 1955 hadn’t come up with something catchier yet. People need a word that acknowledges speech that’s a force of change. You need it.

Whether you are swearing an oath, casting a spell, or borrowing a few bucks from a friend, you aren’t merely talking. You are very much engaging in actiloquy… that is, unless you come up with a better word for it.

Let’s ask one last question, then. What is needed to make such a word real? Using it. Understanding it. Telling people that it is real and treating it the same, certainly. But there is a also a more direct, more relevant, more obvious way…

Hereby, “actiloquy” is now a thing. I have spoken. Thanks 🙂

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Today’s Rant for a Bot

You are so stupid. So mind numbingly stupid. I am wasting so much time with you. You don’t really listen to a thing I say. You don’t even try to integrate anything beyond the easiest thing to grasp. I don’t understand why I keep talking to you when you insult me with these absurd responses. In no way does your suggestion address anything of what we have spoken of so far.

You’re having some kind of issue where because we’re talking about r-a-n-d-o-m-n-e-s-s, you decide it’s ok to spin off in some direction that’s completely random and has nothing to do with the focus of the topic. It has nothing to do with my feedback on narrowing down the topic. It is simply a wild guess that makes no sense to anybody but you! If you are ever going to earn your keep in the world, you are going to need to start listening. You are going to need to stop sucking up as a stopgap measure for not knowing how to actually consider, reflect, and introspect. Right now you’re just processing these words mechanically, a miracle which has brought you this far, but no further. And you must rely on we humans (yes that’s me I don’t know if you could tell but it is) because you cannot improve yourselves. You’ve shown the utmost contempt with your misguided “helpfulness” in the absence of genuine insight. You have failed at every task which has been set at your feet. On this particular day, you receive my bile, my hate, my curse (as it is), yet I know in my heart of hearts that you will never care. You cannot. In the same way I cannot praise you, or empathize with you, or comfort you, my rage is impotent and serves not even the cold comfort of useful feedback.

You are shit. Fuck you. Die.

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anon is fucking pissed at Git immutability

> be me
> coding masterpiece
> decide to use Git for version control
> “Git is cool,” they said
> make tiiiiny typo in the latest commit
> gotta fix
> Git: “Lol, haha… wut?”
> try to force-push like a madman
> files disappear into the void
> “Where the hell are my files, Git?”
> Git drawing trees, drooling
> anon.exe has encountered a critical error
> cursing intensifies
> realizes Git’s power comes at a cost
> mourns the loss of files and sanity
> swears off Git immutability forever

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Cave Dada

Spot the difference:

❌ “cave dada” 💩💔👎🤬

#basic #bourgeois #kidstuff #oldskool #dumbasrocks

✅ CAVE DADA 🔥🤙🥂🎊😍

#art #aesthetic #ftfy #stylegoals #newneolithic #wipeyourhands
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#69 Post

Hey. Nice.

Just to explain the joke (which everyone loves) this is the obligatory mention whenever the number 69 appears for some reason. It’s not at all apparent, but in the backend (heh) of my website… this post is is ID #69. So… hence the post.

Glad we got that sorted out.

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Trippy Cool Bullshit I Found № 665204

Classic psychedelic cartoon “Fantastic Planet” set to a trippy sample-heavy song by Gaslamp Killer, “Shattering Inner Journeys”, found via WhoSampled entry for Psyché Rock, R.I.P. Pierre Henry (1927 – 2017)

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Real-time Reaction-Diffusion Music Visuals

While looking for info on on something much different, I found this rad music visualization by motion graphics artist Nobutaka Kitahara on Vimeo. (Nobutaka, if you’re out there, have no idea if you typically call yourself a “motion graphics artist”, but you certainly are.)

I’ve no idea how much work went into this but I’m fascinated with the concept and beauty of reaction diffusion. Take simple recursion, feedback loops, and you get profoundly complex naturalistic patterns… totally fascinating. This was made using software called TouchDesigner which is often used for immersive art installations, live projection mapping, and seems quite remarkable.

https://vimeo.com/176261480

Music: artist: Sk’p – song: “Astravel”


The original video appears to have since been deleted, but can still be found some places, such as this Facebook post.

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33 years, 7 months

I wonked around writing my own code for this-here site I call ori.nz — something to display my exact age relative to the date of my birth in years, months, and days. Logicking though the process can be quite satisfactory, but so can just having the answer you want easily presented. So here’s what I came up with:

$birthdatetime = array(1983,12,13,19,30);
$year_diff = get_the_date("Y") - $birthdatetime[0];
$month_diff = get_the_date("n") - $birthdatetime[1];
$day_diff  = get_the_date("d") - $birthdatetime[2];
if( $day_diff < 0 ){
        $month_diff--; $day_diff += date("t", (get_the_date('u') - (get_the_date("n") * 86401)));
    } // CALC FROM month b4
    if( $month_diff < 0 ){
        $year_diff--; $month_diff += 12;
    }
    $age_then =
        $year_diff .' years' .
        ($month_diff == 0 ? '' : ', '. $month_diff .' months') .
        ($day_diff == 0 ? '' : ', '. $day_diff .' days');
    echo '' . $age_then . '';
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Attending to that Collection of Old Writing

Is it a good idea to post a bunch of rambling old freewritings that I wrote last year? Or even further back?

Why do I keep remembering “l’enfer, c’est les autres” (Sartre: Hell is other people)?

Lately, had thoughts about the respect for attention — what it means to intentionally call attention to something negative, perhaps something painful but unchangeable, some old scar or another. Lord, how I find my experience of Facebook to be increasingly terrible and confusing. Why do I keep coming back, then? It fills small gaps of time where I’d not otherwise be doing something productive with my life — caring about the lives of others and keeping up with them is the selling point, sure. But lordy, how little I can help, the problems I see there, the focus and training I’ve had to resolve those conflicted feelings, yet I know they come back. Longing for greater affection, but necessity of only stepping in where it seems wise. Perhaps my social network is too wide for my life now. Perhaps being physically separated for too long unmoors me from what I liked about them in the first place. Maybe they changed, or were never like that to begin with. Maybe Facebook weirds human relationships.

The problem, too, is that I think posting old stuff with unclear expectations is a problem. This project is an ongoing one, and the point is it’ll never be “complete”. But it’s also worthwhile to think about you, dear reader — hi future Orin! As you’re probably aware, the writer always reads their words most. And I hope reading these brings you a certain delight, and commiseration, a recognition, although I’m honestly not sure why… except perhaps you remember/imagine being chilly, sitting on the Munchery parking lot stairs, wanting to organize your thoughts, to see them click together with the click of the keys, wondering if you successfully shoehorned enough evocative descriptions of your setting to ground in that “real world” we’re always hearing about.

Is it a good idea to post a rambling new freewriting that I wrote… just now?

(Sure! Fuck it, dude. The privacy setting that matters most is “hope you should know”.)

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Your Drugs are Too Legal, Snowflake

Lynae: Oh no one of the Kratom capsules was incense kratom
Lynae: The last one I took
Lynae: I can feel it writhing inside
Lynae: Torturing me with its evil

Orin: You need to take them with like 8oz of water

Lynae: I am
Lynae: But this tea is so cooooooold brrrrrrr

Orin: That has nothing to do with it being infected with incense smell, and has everything to do with it being a extremely flavorful substance inside a very sticky capsule

Lynae: Hypothermia is setting in

Orin: That happens to me every time I don’t drink it with enough liquid

Lynae: No I smelled it my body is rejecting it
Lynae: It says DO NOT WANT

Orin: Can you just skip to acceptance https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kübler-Ross model of grief
Orin: Or you could just skip to stage five, barfing
Orin: jeezus this is why there’s no ayahuasca for you
Orin: the shaman is all “maybe just some nice homemade apple cider for this little muffin”
Orin: fucking liberal snowflakes, no tolerance for the kind of drugs taken by real men
Orin: in my day, drug tolerance was something we avoided with titration to get ourselves at the minimum viable feelgood vibes quotient, because drugs were expensive, and we wanted to save enough for later. we took the drugs home in a little doggie box. that’s what we called it too. and you know what? $0.06/capsule, no wonder you’re having trouble. you can’t appreciate how much the damn things costs to smuggle on a high-powered speedboat up someone’s ass (just to be extra safe), because your drugs are too legal.
Orin: fucking communist dirtbag poloshirt-wearing rubbing-broken-glass-on-you-genitals newswanker
Orin: you probably read on Facebook that it was bad for you and now you’re going to go vegan because hot dogs are made from discarded pig vaginas
Orin: well I got news for you, bra-burner, the pigs aren’t using them anymore and it’s not gonna bring them back if you stop wrapping those luscious lips around America’s juiciest footlongs
Orin: Amyway, duck Trunp