of the Catastrophe & the Denouement

i love words, they seem to each have their own meaning!
we seem to assume that they must be used in certain ways.
the good thing about the English language is that it steals the best of the other languages that have helped create this great island.
i’m not talking about verbs and rubbish like that, who needs them?
i’ve never read a book and thought “what this needs is an adverb.”
but structure seems to persist, even without it’s silly walls that hold it up.
Did you know that catastrophe is a classical Greek word meaning the third and last part of a play?
i didn’t.
Did you know that another classical Greek disagreed that a play needs 5 portions, Not three, therefore the denouement became the fifth and last part of the play.
i try not to remember rules, ignorance is sometimes bliss as far as i’m concerned.
if i make a three section poem, it’s because i’m bored of writing or have ran out of steam 🙂
if i make a five section poem then it’s probably because i’m enjoying myself or have more to say than in a three section poem.
rhyming in modern English is cool. Not only do we get a healthy mix of words and meanings, but we also get a more than fair amount of words that mean the same thing.
and words that sound or spell the same yet with very different meanings.
did you know that an adder used to be called a nadder? i love that, for the sake of uniformity, ‘an’ was to become used for most or all words that start with a vowel sound.
what was wrong with ‘a nadder’?
nothing.
it’s just that the English language has rarely stood still, although it has slowed down due to the advent of dictionaries and mandatory education of the masses.
not long after that Act came into force, the English had a love affair with the french mother tongue;
i.e, that word you can only say in french, de ja vu.
in the great voice of DelBoy Trotter, i’ll have a bottle of your vin de table, none of your normal house wine for me! 🙂
once the English became bored of the french again, as is our wont, we have, ever since, had a love of all things American. which is both good and bad.
it started with the gradual loss of our regional dialects, due to mandatory schooling of the Queen’s English, thus the loss of ‘thou’, replaced by ‘you’. Th was the original spelling of Y so thou sounded like you anyway. Y sounded like a Th so that Ye was pronounced The. well it’s true of some regions anyway, i doubt that a Yorkshire man would have understood a Devonian.
but as American accents took a grip on us, our accent has floundered all the more.
where i live we are known for having a ‘mockney’ or ‘plastic cockney’ accent.
but our accent is losing ground to Jamaicanisms.
Wa Gwan.
Nuff mans gon get murked.
Bullshit like that.
my ancestors would turn in their grave to look for their thesaurus or dictionary.
You may have noticed that i rarely use Capital letters, it’s because i think they are as useful as knowing the difference between a verb and a noun.
i use a full stop(period). anything after that is surely a new sentence, i’m sure you are clever enough to understand that the capital letter is used quite pointlessly.
i started with an idea about what this post should be about, but i’ve distracted myself 🙂
i digress.
what i mean to say is that rules are funny.
to be honest i can’t remember what i mean to say, maybe only that, if we read enough, we can build up an internal portfolio of words, why look for a noun when we can search for a feeling? 😉
some famous writers keep books of words that rhyme, Lennon included.
i can’t be bothered, either you have an idea or you don’t, why fight it, good things come to those who wait.
P.s. as far as i’m concerned, there is no difference between a verse and a stanza 🙂

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10 thoughts on “of the Catastrophe & the Denouement”

            1. it takes one to know one
              is the old saying 🙂
              us rebels have got to sit together against conformity 🙂
              (you inspired my next post)
              i was talking with an old rebel about the difference between punks and hippies not so long ago, and made him laugh by saying that a punk is just an angry hippy (after learning the definition of hippy) 🙂

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