The chances are I would probably never make the above statement to one of my friends. It isn’t the way we tend to speak any more. Yet it’s such a shame.
For as long as I can remember I have been in love with the English language. I have adored it’s grammar and syntax and melodic sounding words. I have embraced every style of writing, explored poetry and prose and read as many books as I can get my hands on.
Maybe I was born in the wrong century. I quite fancy bustling around a large house in a crinoline. You can guarantee though I would not have been wealthy but kitchen staff instead!
and the brevity of 140 characters via Twitter but I feel we are the poorer for not indulging in the romanticism of language. What woman doesn’t want a love letter or a poem that someone has spent time agonising over?
The very art of writing poetry whether you go for rhyme or prose disciplines your brain to think. It’s something I do a lot. Very few of my poems see the light of day or are intended for public perusal but I feel the cathartic benefit of writing them.
I’m sure Shakespeare must be rolling in his grave sometimes over the way we have denigrated the English language. I know we are busy and we have to move with the times but is it really so difficult to say the whole word? Do we have to abbreviate everything?
It’s a small thing but it saddens me.