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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

On Writing Blogs in a Foreign First Language

It is rewarding to learn this blog is read and followed globally, thanks largely to the English Language. This veritable Lingua Franca  has enabled me to communicate and to publicize my thoughts and opinions.

After a year doing the rounds in cyberspace,  I have had the opportunity to visit many pages, written in English, and to most of them accolades are due. People do have a lot to say.

Many are here to spread the Word of Cosciousness and others are here to entertain. It does not matter. I thank the Universe for this diversity.

For many of us living in the West, with our relative freedoms (of speech), we tend to take for granted what for others come at a huge cost.

Thank you so much for all of you who follow this blog. I do hope I am following you, too. We are just a few of us, so far. We maybe smaller quantitavely, but bigger qualitatively.

Your voice matters.

Below, John Milton (1608-1674) expresses with a great degree of poise my gratitude to my preferred medium here on the Blogosphere.

At a Vacation Exercise

The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began

              1Hail native language, that by sinews weak
              2Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,
              3And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips,
              4Half unpronounc'd, slide through my infant lips,
              5Driving dumb Silence from the portal door,
              6Where he had mutely sate two years before:
              7Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask,
              8That now I use thee in my latter task:
              9Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
            10I know my tongue but little grace can do thee:
            11Thou needst not be ambitious to be first,
            12Believe me I have thither pack'd the worst:
            13And, if it happen as I did forecast,
            14The daintest dishes shall be serv'd up last.
            15I pray thee then deny me not thy aid
            16For this same small neglect that I have made:
            17But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure,
            18And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure;
            19Not those new-fangled toys, and trimming slight
            20Which takes our late fantastics with delight,
            21But cull those richest robes, and gay'st attire
            22Which deepest spirits, and choicest wits desire.
            23I have some naked thoughts that rove about
            24And loudly knock to have their passage out;
            25And weary of their place do only stay
            26Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array;
            27That so they may without suspect or fears
            28Fly swiftly to this fair assembly's ears.
            29Yet I had rather, if I were to choose,
            30Thy service in some graver subject use,
            31Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,
            32Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound:
            33Such where the deep transported mind may soar
            34Above the wheeling poles, and at heav'n's door
            35Look in, and see each blissful deity
            36How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,
            37Listening to what unshorn Apollo sings
            38To th'touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings
            39Immortal nectar to her kingly sire;
            40Then passing through the spheres of watchful fire,
            41And misty regions of wide air next under,
            42And hills of snow and lofts of piled thunder,
            43May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune raves,
            44In heav'n's defiance mustering all his waves;
            45Then sing of secret things that came to pass
            46When beldam Nature in her cradle was;
            47And last of kings and queens and heroes old,
            48Such as the wise Demodocus once told
            49In solemn songs at king Alcinous' feast,
            50While sad Ulysses' soul and all the rest
            51Are held with his melodious harmony
            52In willing chains and sweet captivity.

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  1. And you do very well by me...amazing what good command of English you have.
    I do love your blog and have been following a while as you probably are aware.

  2. I always find your posts well written considering English is not your 1st language - awesome job.

    I agree with you - the blogs are so informative - I learn so much from them, and I do find it more interesting to read than a newspaper or magazine!

  3. Raulito, Steve...I'm trying to improve to better serve the blog community..Many thanks.