"Language is a bountiful gift and its usage, an elaboration of community and society, is a sacred work. Language and usage evolve over time: elements change, are forgotten or reborn, and while there are instances where transgression can become the source of an even greater wealth, this does not alter the fact that to be entitled to the liberties of playfulness or enlightened misuse when using language, one must first and foremost have sworn one's total allegiance."
(Emphasis mine)
Isn't that lovely? Doesn't it make you want to pore over a dictionary, or at least crack open a book of poetry?
In that spirit, I'll take the liberty of a second quote, this time from Langston Hughes, who taught me that I could like poetry.
Midnight Dancer
- Wine-maiden
- Of the jazz-tuned night,
- Lips
- Sweet as purple dew,
- Breasts
- Like the pillows of all sweet dreams,
- Who crushed
- The grapes of joy
- And dripped their juice
- On you?
- Of the jazz-tuned night,
Excerpted from Selected Poems of Langston Hughes.
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