January 25, 1882: Virginia Woolf is born.
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
And is strewn still…
Speaking In Tongues
The first and most important requirement in my new school will be that every participant in our experiment must either speak at least 2 languages or begin studying a second one immediately on entering the school. Because that’s how they separate us, that’s how they keep us from understanding each other, and that’s how we can access new modes of thought an action. And that’s why I’m learning Arabic right now. Because until I can read Arabic, I’m not going to weigh in on crap like “Islamophobia.” See how that works? First learn. Then talk. Preferably in a new language, using words you can explain, on your own conceptual plane of immanence.
This is wonderfully true: it is amazing to use words in languages beyond your mother tongue that are difficult to translate ‘back’ without entire sentences of culture and context explanation… But which just ‘work’ in the language you are thinking in.
We know we know the purpose of our news media is to reinforce our own mythologies, rather than inform us of the views others hold. Direct communication is key to understanding.
[Stories of my mother failing to teach me to swear in Polish, and of my father studying Korean or coming to the aid of German travelers who didn’t expect fluent German from an African-American omitted in the interests of remembering to go to sleep tonight.]
Can you imagine a world in which people don’t merely talk about themselves? (It’s tough in the current ‘omg I just ate a grape and am posting this to inform you’ era, isn’t it?)
This makes perfect sense: it’s why real bookstores have tangible “personalities.”
No one piece does justice to the whole: just go read it.
5. Don’t tell me how bad your grammar is or that you have always been terrible in English. I know you think it is a compliment, but really it makes me uncomfortable. It makes me feel like you are trying to give value to what I do because it isn’t really that valuable. People are expected to be able to say a sentence with correct grammar. Does that equate to being able to write a book? It does not. I can cut up a chicken, but I cannot operate on someone’s brain. When you tell me you are a brain surgeon, I do not say, “Hey, I am TERRIBLE at cutting into people’s brains!” You would assume that to be true. Cutting up a chicken is to brain surgery as saying a correct sentence is to writing a book. Both are a start.