Grammatical rules have always baffled me, leaving me wondering whether my life is transitive or intransitive, if I am the subject or object of my life, and no one has been able to provide words to describe my actions, even if they do end in –ly. But now the problem seems to be with pronouns: I am unwilling to be him and you are unable to be her, so we will never be them~the ones talking about what they need from the grocery store because the Rogers are coming for dinner tonight; the couple saving for a vacation, perhaps a cruise to Alaska or a museum tour of Europe; the two who meet with a financial advisor to plan their children's college fund while still managing to set enough aside for their retirement~and so we will continue to be nothing more than sentence fragments, perfectly fine for effect, but forever looking for the missing part of speech we can never seem to find. |
Monday, October 19, 2009
Why do I love poetry so much?
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oooh, I like this! This is a really cool poem!
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