You can often hear people speaking an adverb"Prosaic". And this does not apply to genres of literary creativity - poetry and prose. We will analyze the adverb today, find out what it means, and most importantly, we realize that everyday existence is not so bad.
Naturally, to answer the question of the dialect,it is best to look into the explanatory dictionary and find out the meaning of the related adjective. An irreplaceable book tells us that it has the following meaning: "Everyday, limited by small worldly interests."
The content of the adjective (and adverb) will unfoldIn full force, when synonyms will be considered. As we see, the question of what "prosaic" means is not so interesting, rather than why prose fell into such disfavor in comparison with poetry. But first synonyms.
As a rule, a person already has some kind oflexical luggage, when he wants to know the meaning of a word. The method of analogy is also effective when it comes to the assimilation of new adjectives, adverbs, verbs and nouns, so let us see without hesitation what substitutes for the object of research are. Here is the list:
We hope that now it is clear how this, prosaic, because there is nothing complicated in the question, when there is a dictionary at hand.
This is a difficult question. On the one hand, prose, like poetry, is a kind of literary practice, literary art, and on the other - prose has always been on the secondary roles in comparison with poetry. For example, no one will ever come to talk about themselves: "I'm a prose writer!". But, as we know from practice, every guy at seventeen thinks himself a poet, just rhyming words. Why such enthusiasm?
For a long time it has been known that poets are peoplechosen circle, sublime and deeply spiritual. Nobody wants to be ordinary, and there is almost maniacal enthusiasm for versification. Then, of course, the attention of these young men is occupied by more pressing problems, and they become adults, either they remember their poems nostalgically or chuckle at them, but the professional authors become units, naturally.
In prose there is no rhyme and verse size. The word came to us from French, and in the Baudelaire language it came through Latin, which means "free speech." The full expression sounds like this: Prosa oratio. Then from him there was only the first word.
Reality, even if it resists andturns to the poet his unsightly side, in his work is ennobled. For example, remember military verses and military prose, they are different. The latter is much more realistic. Prose is sometimes needed for those phenomena that you can not tell about in poetry because of the limitations of the genre. In prose you can write "it was raining", "there was a chair". In poetry, too, you can, but poetry - it's still something more sublime. It is not excluded that the reason is precisely the presence in the poetry of limitations (rhyme, size, rhythm). Although, of course, the twentieth century in art has changed a lot, but the language does not always keep up with the changes. And besides, poetry in prose wins on a part of the hill, one way or another. The language tradition is unfair: prose is given all boring, uninteresting, everyday, and poetry - sublime, fascinating, fascinating.
When a person mentions that his workboring, he says the following: "Yes, it does not have poetry, creativity". One might think that prosaic creativity does not exist in nature. Discrimination comes to what you can hear: "Yes, this is a very poetic novel." That is, the poetic syllable is a measure of literature in general. Prosaic - this is not what you need, even when it comes to, sorry for the tautology, prose.
Now you can easily and naturally respond tothe question: "The prosaic person is who such?" The reader and without our help will formulate something like this: "This person is closed within the limits of everyday, everyday interests and concerns." From this lapidary definition, you can extract anything. And you can not say that these people do not have spiritual needs. Perhaps there is, but they do not go beyond what is generally accepted. In other words, such a person lives prosaically - this means boring, uninteresting. In his life there is no place for impulse, fiction, fantasy, poetry!
But to protect the philistine and the privatecitizen, say: prosaic existence - it's not so bad. Let us recall, for example, the remarkable work of Viktor Nekrasov "In the trenches of Stalingrad." In it, the protagonist, lying in a soldier's dug-out, thinks about how ephemeral is actually ordinary. He used to argue with a baker about bread, he wanted some costumes, ties, and certainly in the theater on weekends, and now he suffices and that there is hot noodles in the kettle and dugout. And so the hero thinks, is it really possible after the war that daily routine that was before? It seems incredible to him.
Therefore, everyday life is not always evil, sometimes it is, on the contrary, something that a person strives with all his heart.