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Post by gypsy on Feb 24, 2023 22:16:07 GMT -5
At first, Language was a sound, a first attempt at expressing the essence of consciousness, the awareness of it all. At first, solitary, then intimate as a shared experience which eventually became fully assimilated. Written, Language was illustrated, a pictorial understanding. Later, Language infused itself as an incense of focus and familiarity, as scents of accented dissimilarities neared.Yet, the unification of uttered sounds, with evolutionary adaptations, coveted by upper crust manipulations, actually found its flesh and soul in the bastardized usage of it, as perceived and scoffed at by Wealth and Intellect.
Language is our tongue, of varicolored voices. It is the salt of being human, the sweetness of expression, although bitter, as we press on to pursue our purpose, the one set forth by those who signaled before us, often unknowing, wordless. Still, language lingers. It is our shared artery, our worldly pulse. It is our life’s run-on sentence, one we never tire of questioning, it and (in parentheses) ourselves, period after period. Thus language is where humanity dwells; and, it is and will always be my sanctuary, one where I am safe, one where I am sound.
j-a c 2023 ©️
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Post by goldenmyst on Feb 25, 2023 5:38:22 GMT -5
This is the perfect joining of your first edit of the write in all its poetic glory and the more grounded second one into this exquisitely brought-together poem of both qualities. This flies free into a balanced and beautiful mating of the lyrically grand contemplation of language that takes me into the heart of humankind's heart of being. You do this with your own personal command of words whose gift with words soars into the stratosphere of writing. I am amazed and enchanted by all that you are and your process of becoming and being. Love where this took me. I am eternally grateful to you for showing me the way into the human experience.
John
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Post by sasha on Feb 25, 2023 11:34:54 GMT -5
I'm endlessly fascinated by the way language has, and continues to, evolve. It's a living thing that adapts itself to best fit into current conditions. From the ritualistic bobbing and swaying of mating insects, to the elaborate nuptial dances of birds, to the grunts, hoots, and gestures of primates, to the ever more complex vocalizations made possible by our prehensile larynxes, and to the scrawled symbolic representations of those sounds, the need to communicate with one another drives the invention of ever more elaborate constructions to do so. Confession: I am a reformed prescriptivist. "Bad" grammar does not sit well with me - but I (with some reluctance) recognize that, just as a river will change its course over time, so will the "rules" of grammar. Do we wait "IN" line, or "ON" line? Do things happen "BY" accident, or "ON" accident? "IN" orbit, or "ON" orbit? Language is what it is, not what it was. I cannot read Shakespeare without the footnotes any more than he (I imagine) could have read Chaucer unassisted......
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