Ode to Language [revised]

 

Ode to Language

 

This language is Shak-spear's tongue that has twisted our fools

With spores of curls and tails of puns that crack with time

 

My language?

It is the bastardization of the Slavic's

the result of lover's enchantment,
European conquerers,
the pillaging

 

with not words but swords in their backs

cheaters and not teachers
corrupters of youth, misrepresented monster

 

This language is an assimilation

 

I grew up thinking language as a means of salvation

I thanked Gutenberg

and those liars, yellow writers, hack writers,

 

I knew a man with language in his skin

Tattooed on his lower back

Several different languages blended together to form a blur

 

He wanted to be babel
He wanted to be the study of language

 

And first I chastised and abhorred him

And next I adored and caressed his language

Is it so awful that language seduced me?

 

That scatology and those puns

simply roll off the tongue into our eloquent mouths

how can we lose our virginity without words?

 

But then language is not simply a spoken word

I show you my hand and thus I have told you my hand is yours!

Such meaty words in motion

where is the truth in such meat?Is it garbage?
Tell me! Language speak to me!
Show me!

 

I have learned to transform you

Into incoherency, heresy

For my own selfish needs

So I can pour myself into these beloved pages

 

The written language...

verbose, it enthralls me

It collides and molds

a seduction of the old and new

Reviews

[Sparrow]

Perfectly articulated and executed.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

An intriquing write - the narrator seems to have a love/hate relationship with language as if struggling to discern what to paint on the canvas - despising the words and yet adoring them at the same time. A poignant piece that leaves me with much to caress. Great write. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha