It is still not enough for language to have clarity and content... it must also have a goal and an imperative. Otherwise from language we descend to chatter, from chatter to babble and from babble to confusion.
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Wife is not a pet.
The babble of a baby
And the chatter of a pet
Appeal sweetest to the owners.
Why then fail their wives?
10.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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We Who Are Mad!
we who are mad,
do not carry the torches,
do not run through the night,
do not babble with tongues.
for we are fire!
and we are the darkness!
and the language we speak,
is not bound by words!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.
quote by Antonin Artaud
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Different Languages
On the factory floor
Two ethnic women speak
In their native tongue
A language that flows beautifully
Their tongues roll
And the impact of a d or a t can be felt
Amongst all their chatter
The women laugh
That’s when others start to look
The sound of the language
May not be to everyone’s delight
No one cares what they say
Then all of a sudden......
LAUGHTER
And everyone starts to look with fright
What are they laughing at?
Is it me is it her is it him
Looking around
What did I do wrong?
Did I forget something?
Is it my zipper?
The women continue to chat
And laugh
The laughter now becoming too much
For the annoyed man
Of only one language
He goes to the boss
And files a complaint
Please boss tell those women over there
That it is not right to speak in their tongue
The boss agrees
And we are all back to uncultured boredom
As the sound of the
Lovely t and d end
So reigns the simple sounds of
A language that doesn’t flow
And the machines
That continue to sew
poem by James Dylan
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Melodies
The patter of a baby's feet
Upon the floor,
His babble at the door—
Ah, these are sounds too sweet, too sweet!
Blue sky, save me from tears!
Soft summer wind, stop up mine ears!
The patter of a baby's feet,
His chatter—oh, too tender sweet !
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Just asking
Man’s years are God’s wink
Man’s wisdom is God’s folly
Man’s masterpiece is God’s babble
Man’s mortal, God’s eternal
Well, no dispute about it, God’s eternal
But does God wink? Has God some follis too?
Does God babble? Just asking........are you angry?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Brook
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Also, they don't understand - writing is language. The use of language. The language to create image, the language to create drama. It requires a skill of learning how to use language.
quote by John Milius
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Instead of this confusion, we need the unifying force of an official language, English, which is the language of success in America.
quote by Ernest Istook
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Body Language
Words and music by freddie mercury
Give me body give me body body
Give me your body
Dont talk dont talk dont talk dont talk
Baby dont talk
Body language body language body language
Give me your body
Just give me yeah your body
Give me yeah your body
Dont talk
Body language huh huh
Body language body language
You got red lips snakes in your eyes
Long legs great thighs
You got the cutest ass Ive ever seen
Knock me down for a six any time
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Look at me I gotta case of body language
Of body language of body language
Yeah sexy body sexy sexy body
I want your body
Baby youre hot
Body language body language body language
Body language body language body language
Body language body language body language
song performed by by Queen
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I believe that the brain has evolved over millions of years to be responsive to different kinds of content in the world. Language content, musical content, spatial content, numerical content, etc.
quote by Howard Gardner
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As a matter of fact, a national language which spreads beyond its own confines very quickly loses much of its original richness of content and is in no better case than a constructed language.
quote by Edward Sapir
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I am a woman
I am a woman
I can exquisitely cook
I have the killer feminine look
You can always read me like a book
I am a woman
I am beautiful
I am homely and dutiful
I’m skilful in giving an earful, mouthful or an eyeful
I am a woman
I am dumb with not an ounce of wisdom
Will quite happily engage in a threesome!
My chest and their two nuts always blossom
I am a woman
I stand up proud
I am a woman and human
I say out loud
Even when there is no crowd
Day by day passes
I keep comparing my ass to other women’s asses
Stupefying! How an ass alone can assail the masses
Mystifying! How an ass alone scales to greener grasses
I am a woman
I drink from a glass and not a beer can
Fluttering eyelids, breasts, backside, legs and my scent
Are the building blocks and tools of my personal assets!
Required to make anyone my ultimate focused fan
Tattle - Chatter, Yakety-yak-Chatter
So I gather
Tattle - Chatter, Yakety-yak-Chatter
Of which I am the master
Tattle - Chatter, Yakety-yak-Chatter
Talk I do non-stop like a rapper
Tattle - Chatter, Yakety-yak-Chatter
Talk I do as if I have all the answers
I am a woman
My glossy fingernails, smeary lipstick
Is enough for you to tremble!
Adequate for you to reassemble
Reassemble yourself to be weak
And the walk I walk
And the talk I talk
With the way I rock
With the way I mock
Is flying out there as a clear message
I can be cold stone and hard as a rock
Or as warm and lovingly fun as glamorous luck
O Yes! I am that woman on this life’s stage
To all man this is still an obstacle
The simple underlying principle
That permits me to give birth to life!
Makes me that woman an unbelievable miracle
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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"WHAT language is thine, O sea?" "The language of eternal question." "What language is thy answer, O sky? "The language of eternal silence."
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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English uniqueness
Letters are twenty six.
Words are millions.
That is language.
Vowels are five.
Phonetics is twenty two.
That is confusion.
English is a language
No one could master.
31.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ramdas, Start Talking With New Language!
Ramdas, start Talking with New Language,
Talk with people and every life,
That language which can take world to new dimension,
Or world shine with beauty and freshness,
Be the one among builders of new world!
Language of love and acceptance,
language that comes from the
depth of the heart,
affectionate and humble,
language that is full of gratitude,
Free of doubts and fear, Language of smile and presence
of mind,
Mindfulness which uses silence
and words well balanced,
the world to new dimensions,
Make world Look like a new world in the light of wisdom!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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You Say, Columbus with His Argosies
You say, Columbus with his argosies
Who rash and greedy took the screaming main
And vanished out before the hurricane
Into the sunset after merchandise,
Then under western palms with simple eyes
Trafficked and robbed and triumphed home again:
You say this is the glory of the brain
And human life no other use than this?
I then do answering say to you: The line
Of wizards and of saviours, keeping trust
In that which made them pensive and divine,
Passes before us like a cloud of dust.
What were they? Actors, ill and mad with wine,
And all their language babble and disgust.
poem by Trumbull Stickney
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By a Babbling Brook
This dismal scene inspires me none
Me thinks to sleep for forty winks,
An’ let the brook babble on.
I will close my eyes and
Try to unravel the babble of
A babbling brook.
Maybe it’s a soothing song,
Maybe I’m wrong, but listen
Oh my yes it is indeed it is,
With its dribble and drabble
An’ swirly gurgles
Gurgling and swirling along,
The ducks are quacking
Their peace the frogs are lacking,
An’ by golly I’m singing a babbling song.
Well now me thinks
I’ll have that forty winks.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Something That I Can't Do
how i wish i can imitate
the flow of water in my life
that choice of taking the path
of least resistance
how i wish i can have the language
of the rain
that which assuages pain
that which satisfies the thirst
of grass
that which jives with the slow pacing
of the stones
i can't.
i am already born with the language of
my parents
it is the language that i know
the only language of my body and soul
i have to like it
there is no other sound
no other choice
except to speak it
again and
again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's like learning a language; you can't speak a language fluently until you find out who you are in that language, and that has as much to do with your body as it does with vocabulary and grammar.
quote by Fred Frith
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