Our language
I overlook the green garden The wind is almost invisible A sheep is bleating, nearby Look at the evolution of Our language, she is layered She is a flight And a hiding place Some people make it The green garden doesn't make it The wind doesn't make it The sheep doesn't make it
Music as a universal language
We often hear people say that language is a universal language, and we like to uncritically accept such assessment. I thought today of polishing up that metaphor a little. Why don't we consider music as a language family, like the Niger-Congo, Austranesian, Sino-Tibetan, Afro-Asiatic or Indo-European language families. Communication between speakers of different languages of ...
Now that I am lowered into my trench language I become an invocation. I am muscles and tendons, a pressurized blood machine, slowly releasing what was stored between the apostrophes, like a captured animal. I am a cormorant of the apocalypse, a confessing nihilist. Opinions grow on me like frozen waterfalls. My rage is inculcated, ...
poem , in which a Turing machine decides if it could be part of another language along the lines of poetry
The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself. - Derek Walcott