Rough Draft 1: Prohibition of the English Language

The Prohibition of The English Language

Behind every word there are limitless definitions, an indefinite number of ways that it can be used and even personalized meanings whose significance and profound exposition may never be perceived in its entirety. When people speak they are painting a reflection from the culmination of their experiences. It is in these experiences- the possibility of language, that humanity has thrived for centuries; at our core we are as human as we are orators. It can be argued that the greatest asset to society are the sciences or mathematics, that without those society would still be hunting and gathering. So much focus is put on them that the foundation has been completely overshadowed- it is language that gave birth to the blueprints of humanity’s greatest monuments. What if the infinite is tamed down, whittled away purposely? What if language is simplified while the application is made increasingly complex? It may be found that this is no accident, that the prohibition of human interaction in it’s most organic form has turned into a very precise distillation process, fractionalizing the population and dismantling society.

A single language holds numerous distinct dialects across regions and a multitude of localisms within towns. On a broad scale this diversity can be seen in the American and British vernacular, both countries sharing one language yet the patterns and accents being so different many from each country would say they’re entirely individual, apples to oranges and so on. This difference can then be dissected into to as small a scale as separate towns and even families. Evolving into a modern nation as America has since the 1820’s helped foster the idea that a single language could unite its people streamlining progress. Indeed this sounds reasonable as Robert Leamnson, author of Thinking About Teaching and Learning,  explains using college freshman as example “[b]ut what is obvious… through familiarity, might be completely obscure to students…  because they have their own private meaning for words.” (Leamnson 76) If the applications of a word are narrowed to one, if regional dialects and local accents are homogenized assumption can be made that language becomes equal. The obstacle of adapting one’s vernacular to specific location, be it classroom or state is seemingly eliminated along with the prejudice for specific accents. Theoretically, the population is allowed to be equal yet, this hasn’t become the case.

Standard English came forth, denoted as being the “correct” way to speak and write. Enforced judiciously in higher education, Standard English is associated with college essays and intellectual discussion. Placed on a pedestal it is not a unifying language but one that favors those who have the opportunity to afford it. The rift begins here. Ultimately, only a select few made the decision to create a standard English with intent to gain control of the many, as bell hooks states simply “[i]t is the language of conquest and domination.” (hooks 56 ) No longer are books being burned as in Fahrenheit 451 but instead, words themselves have succumbed to the fire. If language is truly society’s greatest asset, then by eliminating its components, society as a whole is invalidated. Expression shifts oppression, individuality is deemed an act of rebellion.

Many have no choice however but to fuel the fire, to abandon their experiences, to willingly be subjugated in favor of a pursuing a suitable future. As shown in Perri Klass’ retelling of her account of medical school “…you must absorb not only the vocabulary but also the structure, the logic, the attitudes. At first you may notice these new and alien assumptions…but with increased fluency  you stop being aware of them at all…for better or for worse, you move closer and closer to being a doctor instead of just talking like one.” (Klass 64) Seeking an education requires the adaption of one’s language to that of another, the process of learning simultaneously becomes a process of forgetting, of eliminating another portion of society in attempt to better serve it. However, it is this exact process of forgetting that both Leamnson and Mezirow would argue are beneficial to the individual. The structure, logic, attitude and assumptions Klass talks about are what Mezirow would call “frames of reference”. Through restructuring or complete omission of them the argument is formed which opens the possibility of engaging in discourse which then has the possibility of increasing independant thinking. Thinking independently though, doesn’t necessarily mean freedom or reconciliation with the disintegration of society, yet, it doesn’t necessarily mean slavery either. So what does it mean? What effect, if any does schooling actually have?

Education in its own right isn’t the direct perpetrator of prohibition, while many will perceive it as such. The intentions of teachers still largely remain morally and ethically just. Their goal of producing cultured pupils has not changed even if the language has. However, the classroom has become more uniform with Standard English being imposed upon professor and scholar. The inclusion of personal dialects can be seen as a battle of personal expression versus comprehension, surely there will be information lost as an individual speaks with their own voice, this isn’t however, entirely the case. Being comfortable is key for critical discussion, the ability to use one’s native tongue could perhaps negate the effect Leamnson describes “as a result of a long period of conditioning, [new students] will quickly begin to ‘behave classroom’ once they find themselves in that situation.” (Leamnson 74) After all, the more comfortable people are, the more inclined they will be to speak, to expose and nurture one another. Still the fact prevails, an ideal education, not based on blank memorization or test scores but on the genuine understanding of information and the ability to reflect upon it cannot exist in the presence of an oppressive language.

An intelligent mind is useless in the absence of a rich, malleable vernacular as bell hooks explains “[w]hen I need to say words that do more than simply mirror or address dominant reality, I speak black vernacular. There, in that location, we make English do what we want it to do.” (hooks 60) The strict rules of Standard English reflect the cumulative practice of a dominating government seeking to maintain an unmistakable divide, allowing no room for substantial meaning to permeate. Using one’s native tongue in an environment otherwise deemed to be a place for Standard English is a display of fierce reclamation of the individual, of society as a whole.

Society rests in the ability to communicate on multiple levels just as it has for thousands of years. To share ideas, and emotions beyond that of which one standard language can convey. The exposure of varying dialects leads to true culturization, where experience influences the immeasurable flow of knowledge. A diverse language creates a unified civilization, a single entity cannot be created from the fractionalization of its own pieces. There is limitless freedom in every word spoken thus meaning that there is the ability to, the fate of humanity, truly resides on the tip of one’s tongue.

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Restitution

On the hem of a river
Behind the glowing lights
Of a ‘54 Bel Air dashboard
The constellations glisten
With barn owls and reclaimed wood,
Rusted to earth
The ferns have replaced frantic minors
Staring faceless into their hands
Drinking the stagnant sips
Of watered down whiskey
Hiding beneath the backseat,
Silhouettes project
Themselves over skin
Almost a match,
A body between
Memory and transitioning
A feather falling
Believing itself to be a leaf,
The car doesn’t move
Yet we are stricken motion sickness

Marquette//Mt Pleasant

Abandon forests flourishing
Alive against the grain
Of an approaching grave site,
Walking along a trail path
Until it becomes concrete
As if engraving it to memory
Made it lifeless,
Projecting familiar topography maps
Over new sleeping arrangements
Redrawing landscapes
To fit the effigy of wishful thinking,
Is it betrayal
If an open field has become
A mountain range?
If where deer pranced before
Now are only seen dancing
Along roadside canals?

Group Effort

Open up like a stressed windowpane
Glossy eyed against the midnight
Reflection of purpose flickering
Into existence like a matchstick
Lit giving life to slivered hands
Establish a point of contact
Lambent teeth shining
Betwixt fluid and evening air,
Laughing on a couch like moth larvae
Filling space with shadows
Hoping the impression left
Is worthy of being kept
Spilling oil on the kitchen counter-top-
A symptom of withdrawal
Smiling gets old after awhile
Receding beneath argyle moon beams,
We all continued to disappear
Into separate shades of the same room

Entry #1

It is in the absence of humanity where beauty is created, it is individuals in the presence of nature where true beauty exists. Individuals not necessarily being people. Generally I avoid using pronouns, specifically “i” and “ me” preferring to use indefinite. Reason being that I don’t want the writing to have a specific bias, “i” and me” shift focus, placing my experience above yours, placing the epicenter on the person rather than the event. Individuals aren’t necessarily people. Through ambiguity an air of personal connection can be easily established. Effectively any individual can become a part of the experience and I encourage everyone to show a little more empathy. My poetry comes from an abundance of beauty in every aspect of life- from plentiful, to you alone, the stars shine resplendent

Expeditions

Snow slowed to the murmur
Of flames flickering softly
Against a glacial chimney,
Melting then freezing
Again,
A pastel epoch of spring
Is forged within the placidity of winter,
Warmth in the hollow
A crevasse between
Trout stream and pine tree
Etched out with leather ladened ash
Embroidering the intervals of breathing
And ignition
With ink swells on paper
And coffee between
The spaces of language,
Lace hung like memoirs
Surrendered from thought
Released to the wild
With hope of being able to thrive
And maybe they’ll be easier to identify
When the weather warms up,
When the ice recedes
Taking with it
Every bit of recognition,
Will we still be able
To find our way back?