“In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.”
― Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad
― Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad
“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.”
― Roland Barthes
― Roland Barthes
“An unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences.”
― Edith Wharton
― Edith Wharton
“In the Arab world, gratitude is a language unto itself. “May Allah bless the hands that give me this gift”; “Beauty is in the eyes that find me pretty”; “May Allah never deny your prayer”; and so on, an infinite string of prayerful appreciation. Coming from such a culture, I have always found a mere “thank you” an insufficient expression that makes my voice sound miserly and ungrateful” (169).
― Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin
― Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin
Midweek Motif ~ Mother Tongue
I missed the International Mother Language Day on 21 February. Did you? Better late than never!
From Wikipedia:
"International Mother Language Day . . . is an observance held annually worldwide to promote awareness of linguistic and cultural diversity and multilingualism."
Your Challenge:
Compose a poem on any subject/event which includes an experience of more than one language. Make us experience it too.
Little girl at Shreeshitalacom Lower Secondary School in Kaski, Nepal leads class in pronunciation of alphabet. Photo: World Bank |
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings. . . . .
(Read the rest HERE at The Poetry Foundation.)
by Perez Firmat
Soy un
ajiaco de contradicciones.
I have mixed feelings about everything.
Name your tema, I'll hedge;
name your cerca, I'll straddle it
like a cubano.
I have mixed feelings about everything.
Name your tema, I'll hedge;
name your cerca, I'll straddle it
like a cubano.
I have mixed feelings about everything.
. . . .
(Read the
Rest HERE at NPR, Morning Edition, 10/17/2011)
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(Our next Midweek Motif is "A Woman's Day")
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