This word was invented in 1935 by Everett M. Smith, president of the National Puzzlers' League (N.P.L.), at its annual meeting. The word figured in the headline for an article published by the New York Herald Tribune on February 23, 1935, titled "Puzzlers Open 103d Session Here by Recognizing 45-Letter Word":

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis succeeded electrophotomicrographically as the longest word in the English language recognized by the National Puzzlers' League at the opening session of the organization's 103rd semi-annual meeting held yesterday at the Hotel New Yorker. The puzzlers explained that the forty-five-letter word is the name of a special form of pneumoconiosis caused by ultra-microscopic particles of silica volcanic dust...

Subsequently, the word was used in a puzzle book, Bedside Manna, after which time, members of the N.P.L. campaigned to include the word in major dictionaries.

This 45-letter word, referred to as "P45," first appeared in the 1939 supplement to the Merriam-Webster New International Dictionary, Second Edition.

(NaPoWriMo Challenge: April 11, 2017)

It’s a world of too many institutions,
flybynights, everything for a squeeze,
students giving everything to the landlord,
a book, a visit to the doctor—
not everyone will survive it,
your hometown, your alma mater.

We live in interesting times.

The money movers, the bonds,
martyr retirees, the thrifty—
no money, no metaphors,
no synecdoches building up the edifice,
no icons, no engineering,  
no puzzlers or paradox,
just the conundrum of greedy ignorance
claiming an ever higher rent.

We live in interesting times.

Outside, the big mountain lays down his tail
beyond the cottonwood tree, hand to hand
we work this place, unassuming servants
under the sun. What does a simile cost?
A bridge, a salvage, a clarity?
What does deliverance cost?

We live in interesting times.

Baiting master critics, come ******* pi tyed to Beanie Baby auctions
from 1995... old bb cred be called anarchisic auto did act-ism did do done

get out the way boomer budsomine, we done.
Give the kids the bombs.

Serious or humorous, or amourous, or mysterious

thrillers, puzzlers, riddlers
hero saviour feminine wiles, Jael's nail, at one point

intime intimate clang rang human-ity's little brain,

at a granular level barely perceptible to a naked child,

much less to one circumscribing rules or orderly grammer
hammar
pre
positioned arrangements of raw material, each quest has filled this horde.

lines of lines in OneNote format,
replicate
to plain text even toned audio to be pleasant when spoken

at ease, you asked me if I knew a reason for war, any more,

and I said no
you know,
by now, I took part in several sorts of wars, two ... three, with guns
and knives,

lives... we live a life in the mind of every person who believes we
know one another,

all the me we see in those we think know us not,
these are living words a-ranged on a plan plain sans dis
couraging words. hear hi you silver and say

how stupid was that, but it worked,
better than minecraft, fewer rules, in my realm

my best black friend worshipped Silver Surfer, I just remebered...

as good as any on tv, and virtually indistinguishexistting wish able

from a Hogwarts dorm, or post first Wuwuchin discussion among the
old men in front of the new men, who stood tall

ready to take the old mans burden,
he say
hey ya'll heh yall, peace beyon' ye now,

see some how say I see how I see how I see how

Hia watha had song for ever's single season

after we are born we live and learn and die, or
after we are born we live and are informed to be a we

we imagine,
as we age, when comes a time we say, war is stupid, and you all
knowit knowit knowit gnostic snot 'snot 'snots

dripping through the NAND NAND NAND gates mr. feynman
wasn't joking, yo

Cal local, hitchin' highway one, for fun, nothin' to do but wonder if

the future is worth waithing material being a waiting thing

or a wu wei thang, watch thise, one blow, hammer time

see. In a word a thousand stories, in a picture a mere thousand words.