Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
'too many bosses / too many losses / too many niggas that's wantin' they own office'
'baby, I can see you've been fucked with, too'
One way to truly fulfill the potential of criticism on the interweb: a blog where every post is polemic against James Wood.
Civil servants who routinely handle the business of any man off the street are sublimely (i.e. terrifyingly) efficient.
Tonight I made my first purely strategic shot in a game of pool, not to sink a ball of my own (I didn't have a shot) but to deprive my opponent of any good shots. And it worked!
A principle: if you don't want to or can't call Kiss 'Kiss' in the rock-band episode of your police procedural, don't bother making the band be exactly like Kiss except not called 'Kiss'.
It has been a disappointment for me to hear William Carlos Williams read his own poems. Is it his voice, or just that his voice is not my voice?