Intoxicated by a Language

It’s amazing how eloquent a language can be.

English can be extended to sound incredibly effective, but it has never touched me as poignantly as has Chinese and Arabic. Nor have I ever found it capable enough to weave subtlety away from hard, clipped syllabic pronunciations.

At this time in my life, I can only attest to the incredible beauty of Chinese. And partially so Arabic, as I am not yet proficient enough to capture all of its essence and meaning.

When I was younger, I did not fully appreciate Mandarin, taking for granted its nuances and tones or soft lilting rhythms.

But as I age, and revisit the old poems, songs and stories I read as a young girl with little consciousness, I begin to melt, and sometimes cry, at the poignant thought, meaning and purpose behind each word and stanza. 

Something in me dissipated as I grew older. Almost as though I suddenly became more aware, increasingly emotionally affected and less stony. 

And the words that bled along the page became breathless, meaningful stories that wove into beautiful lines of never-ending inspiration.

A language that nearly found its destruction through calls for ‘modernization’ in the early 1900s. A language that fills me with hope and inspiration. The language that helped shape me.

Translation will never capture its incredible essence and its nuances. 

@1 year ago with 1 note
#chinese #mandarin #beauty #language 

Adults

should know their own responsibility and stop guilt tripping young people into feeling inadequate because of language barriers.

Pick on my sister and I’ll be at your door, breaking it down.

Wait till I get there.

@1 year ago with 2 notes
#language #superiority complex #can it 
Intoxicated by a Language

It’s amazing how eloquent a language can be.

English can be extended to sound incredibly effective, but it has never touched me as poignantly as has Chinese and Arabic. Nor have I ever found it capable enough to weave subtlety away from hard, clipped syllabic pronunciations.

At this time in my life, I can only attest to the incredible beauty of Chinese. And partially so Arabic, as I am not yet proficient enough to capture all of its essence and meaning.

When I was younger, I did not fully appreciate Mandarin, taking for granted its nuances and tones or soft lilting rhythms.

But as I age, and revisit the old poems, songs and stories I read as a young girl with little consciousness, I begin to melt, and sometimes cry, at the poignant thought, meaning and purpose behind each word and stanza. 

Something in me dissipated as I grew older. Almost as though I suddenly became more aware, increasingly emotionally affected and less stony. 

And the words that bled along the page became breathless, meaningful stories that wove into beautiful lines of never-ending inspiration.

A language that nearly found its destruction through calls for ‘modernization’ in the early 1900s. A language that fills me with hope and inspiration. The language that helped shape me.

Translation will never capture its incredible essence and its nuances. 

1 year ago
#chinese #mandarin #beauty #language 
Adults

should know their own responsibility and stop guilt tripping young people into feeling inadequate because of language barriers.

Pick on my sister and I’ll be at your door, breaking it down.

Wait till I get there.

1 year ago
#language #superiority complex #can it