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Originally Posted by Prestidigitweeze
I changed nothing, AGB. All that changed was the flicker of the weakest nightlight in the basement of your incomprehension.
This is my language, ABG. If you want others to respect your history as a journalist, then have respect for mine as a person who writes and revises endlessly as a tribute to the language he loves. I know what I write and say and my meaning is clear. My word as a person hasn't wavered.
English is the language I used when I first spoke my own name. I used it when I first said hello to my baby nephew and goodbye to the mother I buried. I use it to speak to the soul of the woman I loved, who vanished into air, leaving a two-year-old son behind, and has been missing for the past ten years. It is the language I use to honor these people each night.
I used it last winter when a professor at Aristotle University asked about my poems because he was delivering a paper about them at a symposium in Greece. I used it when I wrote critical essays published by Oxford University Press, University of Mississippi other academic presses. I used it while writing poetry that has gone through eighteen editions and been translated into several languages. I use it when I'm editing other people's books, but also when I'm writing a story for a local paper.
I'll use it when at last I face the day that will come for each of us: The day when I leave this world, and my last thoughts circle the world I love like Sirin and Alkonost.
That, too, will be in English. That, too, will be honest and clear.
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^ That, too, is just another post giving evidence to the fact that you just love to read your own words.