Member Rara Avis
Durban, South Africa
Lindsay, I enjoyed your poem and its humour and sadness.
However, whilst I, too, bemoan the rape of vocabulary and grammar, I must, nevertheless, agree most vociferously with Bobby.
English is a living language, and as such, it has to grow, reflect the usage (be it good or bad) of the now, and commune with its users.
Whilst I am empassioned by the little I learnt of classical Greek and Latin, they are dead languages and one of their beauties is that they are stalwart in their never-changing strength.
Dead languages are beautiful Gardens of Eden, but living languages are exquisite pathways that lead from those gardens onwards to the destination of forever, picking flowers and weeds as they go. Some of the flowers and weeds are discarded as time goes by, some remain for a while, some remain forever in essence, but mutate slowly. A living language reflects human nature, with the good, the bad and the ugly. Every age has its slang, and some of it very poetic and/or effective. I believe that human nature doesn't improve or worsen, just different aspects do, but the balance is always the same. And so, with a living language. It is up to each one of us, to help pick the flowers of the language that we discover, and celebrate them and pass them on to everyone, and to discard the weeds. At the same time, we need to give a living language its freedom, and lift our heads in awe, as we watch it fly.