LSA: a week in review (my excuse for not writing since Tuesday)
Hello, linguablogosphere! I've been a little remiss in my updating duties, because, frankly, the combination of nasty summer heat and getting up at 6 am to make it to syntax is killing me. I'm such a lazy college student, I know.
That said, here I am with several days to report on.
Wednesday, aside from morning slothfulness, was lovely. I'm ( Read more... )
That said, here I am with several days to report on.
Wednesday, aside from morning slothfulness, was lovely. I'm ( Read more... )
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What does it mean
that the thumb of this poem
drags its pink nail
down over the closed
mouth of this poem?
Is it in pain?
Can it not speak?
Is it prosodic
or phonemic,
this raised eyebrow
like a circumflex over
the I of this poem?
So far it only
questions itself.
It shows a certain
manual dexterity,
but who can understand it?
Its face and its hands,
its tilting head,
its eye gaze--
beautiful,
its movement
and invention--
the whole of its body shows
that it has passion.
But how will it persuade
with no voice?
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