Language Timothy!
Aug. 28th, 2004 02:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
binidjI have just read a recent entry by 
smokingboot regarding language and I find myself left with a single, rather unsettling, thought.
Why is it that I understand this language far better than I can articulate it? Don't get me wrong, I'm not exhibiting false modesty here, I can craft a verse reasonably well when I put my mind to it. But when I look at posts likesmokingboot's I cannot help but marvel at the apparently effortless ability to craft this beautiful language into something rather wonderful. If I want to make something beatiful I need to work at it which, I think, sometimes gets in the way of what I'm trying to convey. I experience feelings like this with so many of the people whose LJs I read, not quite envy but a wish that I was as able to write English as well as I can read it ... to convey the feelings of wonder I feel as every day unfolds before me without it appearing to be from the BBC. Ah well, at the end of he day I suppose we must play the hand that fate has dealt us (shamelessly nicked from Kipling that) and be content.
More often than not, I am.
smokingboot regarding language and I find myself left with a single, rather unsettling, thought.Why is it that I understand this language far better than I can articulate it? Don't get me wrong, I'm not exhibiting false modesty here, I can craft a verse reasonably well when I put my mind to it. But when I look at posts like
smokingboot's I cannot help but marvel at the apparently effortless ability to craft this beautiful language into something rather wonderful. If I want to make something beatiful I need to work at it which, I think, sometimes gets in the way of what I'm trying to convey. I experience feelings like this with so many of the people whose LJs I read, not quite envy but a wish that I was as able to write English as well as I can read it ... to convey the feelings of wonder I feel as every day unfolds before me without it appearing to be from the BBC. Ah well, at the end of he day I suppose we must play the hand that fate has dealt us (shamelessly nicked from Kipling that) and be content.More often than not, I am.
