Showing posts with label linguistics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label linguistics. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The Letter Q


It’s another linguistically infused crack of dawn
Where dream’s interrupted by the presence of word
Questions looming, high to
         That portion of the brain
         Where simply thought suffices urge

 Are there any words that end in Q?

With a quick bit of research, I came to find:

DEFINED AS SUCH:

Suq, (var. souk) pronounced shook or sook, variant by the tongue, is a noun, a word to describe an open-air place of trade, as one could expect to see, in certain Muslim oriented tracts of land.

Talaq, is another word, derived from the Muslim speech, where it describes a method for divorce, according to Islamic Law

Tranq, is a shortened form for tranquilizer
Tsaddig/tzaddiq- a Hebrew term for a spiritual leader

Umiaq, is a boat made of stretched animal skins as such created by the Inuit people.

Then, to take this question a bit deeper, one would find there are names of people and places to which concludes the nouns. They are:

As seen in Inupiaq, a group of Eskimos, and the term for the language that they use

Or in Mi’kmaq, a variation of Micmac, a group of Native Americans that live, primarily in the provinces of Canada

And then Zia ul-Haq, a famous, sort of, Pakistani president, who was in power from 1978 to 1988

Last but not least, if we dig a little more, uncover some Abbreviations we will find.
Such as:
UNQ, the shorthand form for Unnilquadium, a word of Chemistry and/or Physics, to indicate the provisional name, given to the transuranic element using Atomic # 104.

GHQ or General Headquarters

GQ, or Gentleman’s Quarterly, an American Men’s magazine

And then, finally, we will see, CQ, which are the letters that do appear, at the start of radio broadcasts that are intended for all receivers to hear.

And so the brain was momentarily satisfied, and, allowed I was then, to close my eyes, and dream of lingual thoughts, which some may claim to be, in such a place, the voice of the unconsciousness, elicited through the somewhat coy sounds of clouds-at-hand.





Tuesday, October 18, 2011

A Voice

It's Tuesday once again.  With it comes another edition of Open Link Night over at D'Verse.  This week Joe Hesch is your host.  Stop on over to D'verse and read a wide variety of awesome poetry and even submit one of your own.

I've also linked this poem, by request (Thank you:) ) to Victoria"s Poetry Site Liv2Write2Day


A voice may sound,
Loud or soft, 
sweet or stern,

A voice may crackle
Or it might display-
Ambrosial melodies,
Taking the ear
To dreamlike states

A voice may move the room in multiform
From lugubrious intonations to thernodial tics of speech
A voice may swim the stars multitudinously far
From anapestic accentuation to dactylic steps in time

Each word blessing air
A symphony of joy-
Or an elegiac affair

Manifold interpretations abound in all things
Illustrated in history, frozen for eternity
A myriad of experience sung just so

A voice is alive, a living abstract of the being
Possessing its own mark on space entwined

A voice can fill a room

From the banality of an office-
Where prosaic diction inflect with hackneyed tone,
While the sedulously spoken workaday,
Finds assiduous demeanor and quotidian pertinacity
Offers nothing outside fatigability and threadbare

To the biconcave land of the discontent
Where hearts socket in sepulchral luster
While funereal pyres singe what remains
Of a once Odic and Epical life

A voice may yaw in such strife
Sluing the dialect of ones dialectics -
Animus birthed from promissory guile,
Incurvating the path astray

Pabulum grows bromidic through chasmal chords
What first forged its corrosion through innocuous congeniality,
Has since traversed dilatable plains of platitudinous yawp,
O’er capacious terrain, multifariously expansive a course,
Past the sapid and the piquant, eradicating succulence with each noxious terraced crossed.

A voice, now writhing, in alveolated strain
Echoes in dementia’s blistered yawn,
A song is deafened by the nugatory harbingers, so very
Desperately, evacuating the tonality of mind

A voice sings, in search of homogamy
A voice, aching for propinquity
Yet the language of the song remains,
Persistently amorphic in each and every way

Concave skylines suppress the simmered sun
The voice has suffocated all proclivity-
Alive in verse, yet set to rust

A voice resigned to synchronicity of lip-
For with the jejune, voluminous wit shall do-
And the credulous will believe anything you tell them to

A voice scratched and bruised,
Disgusted by the prosperity of fools

The fatuous man is friendly
Yet knows not what his cheekbone wrinkles for

The otiose are slothful beasts
Wretchedly carnivorous
Snacking on the scraps they gladly take

The voice
One day will, again-
Find the most detectibly nectarous notes
To whet a dry mans throat

The voice
One day again, will
Embody a soothing tone
Nectariferous
Melliferous
Faveolate
Honey syrup
Voice unchained
Now flavors
A freer air
Where sugars
Always sweet