entertainment: “entertaining; ”
(both number one definitions fairly hastily pasted from: dictionary.com)
Words obviously matter when writing, and I touch upon the surface of the distinction between art and entertainment, because I feel twisted up a bit by the inability to take the best of both words for my loving application throughout my worded realm.
Art and artist are better words and rightfully so (I mean look at that definition — art as a word is a work of art). However, to call myself an artist would be pretentious, and I loath any style of egotism. While I love improving expression efficiency and would love to tap into the speed and power of the words art and artist, my personality compels me to avoid that path in self-description.
Entertainment is a topnotch term for the bold and big expression (it has four syllables, for crying out loud), but it fails to flow as gracefully as art and the artistic maker more efficiently called an artist.
Should I boldly and brashly (if not also arrogantly) state that I am an artist and the result of my expression is art simply to tap into that wonderful verbal elegance? Or should I somewhat suffer (albeit apparently righteously) from the need to express myself as an entertainer and endure the tedium of the repetitive tapping of my tongue against the roof of my mouth with every instance of saying the word entertainment and its proximal variants.
Anyone reading the words that I tapped into persistence online understands that I reluctantly chose entertainer and the result of that exerciser of creativity (sigh — entertainment). While entertainment offers an art-like positivity in its definition (amusement and agreeable), the word diversion epitomizes humbleness and therefore dominates my position.
As you can read, I suffer for my entertainment.