Learning can be as intoxicating as any drug.
Learning can be as intoxicating as any drug.
It is kind a nice to be part of the ‘cutting edge’ as long as there is no blood involved.
There is great beauty in the simple things of life.
Voices ring with dulcet tones,
Then cut you like a knife.
The power of the spoken word,
When used for peace or strife,
Can bring a country to its feet,
Or crush a single dream.
Soothe the tears of a weeping child,
Or terrify with a scream.
Baritone or bass resound,
Deep within the breast.
Soprano, alto, tenor,
Is how a song’s expressed.
Voices raise with joyous words,
In praise of all that’s good.
It is a power we can wield,
And we know we should.
A little negativity forces us to remain positive.
A smile helps to light the world, one person at a time.
This is a Blast from my Past. August 2017 to be precise. And it is still happening!
Now, I am not the Grammar Police. I am not an expert in all things grammatical. What I am, is an English and Drama Major from a reputable University. I love words. I love the way they can paint a picture. I love their relationship with each other. I love when they are used well. And I hate it when they are perverted.
Just a heads up . . . I am going to have a little rant and I do not wish to offend anyone. If anybody wishes to move on, I promise not to talk about you behind your back. However . . . .
The boat is about to sink. The boat sank. The boat was sunk. That wasn’t too difficult. So why is it the newscasters are now saying sunk when they mean sank? Aaaahhhh! It irks me. It truly irks me.
When I was growing up I was taught that they were three tenses: past, present and future. (Yes, I know, even that gets more complicated) Now anyone that comes to English as a second language realizes that it is not an easy one to learn. It contradicts itself, it misrepresents and it is basically confusing. I have always felt that the newscasters were the ones who should get it right. After all, they expect us to listen.
Now, language is well and truly alive. It is in a constant state of evolution. And that is a good thing. I’m quite pleased I no longer have to say ‘thou’ and ‘thy’, ‘forsooth’, and ‘by your leave’. I even welcome some of the slang that has entered into the mainstream. English is definitely a colourful language. But, why oh why are you cutting out a tense?
I realize how difficult it is to actually speak correctly. You have to open your mouth to a certain diameter, your lips must be pursed in the appropriate shape and you must vibrate those vocal cords with control. And the control seems to be slipping.
“It seems another boat sunk off the coast of . . .” Me: It sank you idiot! It sank! And that’s not the only case. It’s just not boats that can’t figure out when they’re entering the deep, dark depths. Drink, drank, drunk. Sing, sang, sung. Swim, swam, swum.
I know that the English language is changing. I can’t say I like all the changes but as usual I will adapt. But it’s really nice to every now and then have a little rant. Please don’t hate me as I sink slowly into the quagmire that is the English language. And I was born into it! Whew! Oh, and in the spirit of full disclosure: not all writers follow the rules exactly. They can’t, it can mess up the spirit of what they’re writing. I am guilty as charged.
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