Zeugma (i/ˈzuːɡmə/ or /ˈzjuːɡmə/; from the Ancient Greek ζεῦγμα, zeûgma, lit. "a yoking together") and syllepsis (/sɪˈlɛpsɪs/; from the Ancient Greek σύλληψις, sullēpsis, lit. "a taking together") are figures of speech in which one single phrase or word joins different parts of a sentence.
There are multiple and sometimes conflicting definitions for zeugma and syllepsis in current use. This article will categorize the figures into four types, based on four definitions.
Grammatical syllepsis (sometimes also called zeugma): where a single word is used in relation to two other parts of a sentence although the word grammatically or logically applies to only one.
By definition, grammatical syllepsis will often be grammatically "incorrect" according to prescriptivist rules. However, such solecisms are sometimes not errors but intentional constructions in which the rules of grammar are bent by necessity or for stylistic effect.
Zeugma is a literary journal published in St. John's, Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada. First published in February 2006 by Meghan Beresford and Tomasz Mrozewski, Zeugma has grown to publish 400 copies per quarter, and includes primarily Canadian content, with a number of international items. It has ISSN 1718-5475.
Zeugma publishes original creative writing in all genres, in the form of fiction, poetry and non-fiction. Special emphasis is given to works by new authors. The journal has published local, national and international authors.
The journal solicits:
Zeugma's covers to date have been designed by Jedediah Baker, and silk-screened by local (St. John's) independent printers and designers Ben Jackson and Lesley Thompson. The editions have been sewn-bound. The content of both issues has been photocopied. All issues are hand-numbered.
A zeugma is a figure of speech.
Zeugma may also refer to:
Father thanks for playin' with my friends and me
I'm glad they got to meet the man I know
You always knew the words and taught me honesty
Picked me up when I was feeling low
If I could talk to you one more time
I know you'd work things out just like before
Where did I go wrong can you hear me sing this song?
Father I won't see you anymore
Mother dry your eyes why do you cry those tears?
You knew someday your baby'd be a man
Letting go is hard when it's for ever dear
I know it's late, but now I understand
If I could hold your hand one more time
And hear your lullabies just like before
I know that I did wrong, so I'm singing you this song
Mother, I won't see you anymore
Son, I wish you knew how much we're missin' you
I saw them cry their tears from up above
I try to tell them, but the words aren't getting through
I didn't mean to hurt the ones I love
Mother, Father, I hope to see you soon
And things will be just like they were before
I'm sending all my love, I'm watching from above