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to....
differentiate
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genius....
deception
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irish poetry
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as a journalist
look at pharmas linguists
studying you
the world population's source of poverty
has a couple of websites to spy on you with
Categories:
linguists, abuse,
Form: Free verse
Z is pronounced Zee in the USA
Great Britian calls it Zed every day
Believe it or not good-natured linguists, the ampersand
Was once the twenty-seventh letter of the alphabet, my friend
Franklin wanted to eliminate five letters of the alphabet in his day
But the Americans would not agree to this censorship in any way
Four thousand new words are added to the English Dictionary each year
A fact in a book, but the why of this is certainly not clear
Categories:
linguists, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Igbo words for the feared mostly high tone
Perfectly matching what rattles The Bone
Her lexis for Death, Python, Snake - Fire
And it’s like speaker screaming, pitch higher!
So also Poison’s, Madness’ - ‘The Unpleasant’
Anger’s, Bullet’s - one can’t call The Pleasant
A Language quite tonally consistent
With ideas that The Pitch makes insistent…
Still stops not here The High-High tone feature,
For it does reflect on Paired-Up feature:
Igbo words for Two Eyes, Hands, Legs – nostrils…
Linguists had better like me feel the thrills.
Categories:
linguists, education, language, meaningful, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
Pedants fume helpless and seethe with rage,
But linguists surrender to the age,
Media always misuse
Commoners to confuse,
But rage not, time has turned a tired page.
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It is the age of freedom, free for all. Words are used any which way. Grammar ultimately follows usage. Take epicentre. It may sound a bit grander than just centre, but it is used only in context of earth-quakes. But media prefer epicentre in all contexts— political, social, economic, any. Pedants and classicists and linguists may boil with rage. But dictionaries will ultimately capitulate and compromise. So, make no fuss, or you will be called doctrinaire, worse, obscurantist or obfuscator, or in the worst case a nit-picker hair-splitter. Alas, you thought you were a sophist and a scholar!
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Tongue-in-cheek |05.05.14 |
Categories:
linguists, humor, time,
Form: Limerick
Is beauty connected,
or to a vacuum condemned
Is truth then required,
for it to enter within
Can beauty be measured,
by the heart or the mind
Can it chase, or displace, or replace
what it finds
If beauty is truth,
let all reason be shown
Why judgment and logic,
to our hearts stay unknown
As semantics untangle,
and the linguists all kneel
The question stays formless
—to astound and congeal
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Categories:
linguists, beauty, truth,
Form: Rhyme
Let voted houses remain hung
And horse-trading go on unsung,
Let picture frames on walls get hung,
But men need never once be hung.
Call it an edict of a tongue,
Linguists' belief and devout faith,
Man should only be hanged till death.
Whilst garments in their wardrobe house
Upon their own hangers are hung,
All aircraft in hangars are housed;
If at all an innocent's hung,
Let that only be his portrait;
And no woman's fairly ‘well-hung’,
'Well-endowed', let me make it straight.
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The ways of words | 02.08.05 |
Categories:
linguists, language, words,
Form: Free verse
Written Not To Be Read
> It was before it was prophecied for what to prophecy the prophets dint exit but the prophecy like air we our lungs to it infrate so did it exist the dinosaurs extinct platypus indigenous but it infinity Isaac newton couldn't do the math today I eat n sleep to it not yet prophecied drink and wake to it only linguists language the babylonians ciphered we can't understand so I simplify it to don't speak of the unknown if the known you dnt know
Categories:
linguists, dark,
Form: ABC
Catharsis
You’re my favorite artist
With your magical touch
A petrified leaf becomes a lustrous forest
You speak words that cannot be fathomed by shallow linguists
Your works are filled with overwhelming emotions
Poured out on a plain and boring piece of caricature
It’s a wonderful chaos – a series of explosions
Breaking the mundane and giving birth to a glamorous picture
Your feelings invoke power
You can either bend or destroy existing realities
And at the same time create beauty out of ashes and powder
You are a threat to banalities
You are God’s masterpiece
Because of you dilettantes like me exist
You make me smile, knowing there’s more to life than what it is
Because of your catharsis
Categories:
linguists, angel, beautiful, beauty, cheer
Form: Rhyme
Words reside alone in time and space;
Only sentient minds their roots trace.
Etymologists bring accents, forms to the surface;
Lexicographers establish a chronological base.
In dark, library basements, archivists file in database;
In academic institutes, linguists their value appraise.
Calligraphers, Engravers with artistic touch glaze.
Phrases the syntactical bridge brace,
and cultured interlocutor platforms grace.
Idioms the colloquial strains do lace;
Sages their poignant advice encase.
Ethnographers stride where lingua francas interface.
Truisms sculpt a vernacular face;
Politicians their trite maxims raise.
Categories:
linguists, art, career,
Form: Rhyme