Learning New Words at Eighty Metonymy, synecdoche, even irony I couldn’t define Now I’m asked to find them, use them pronounce them make them mine I watch laziness in the mind slide over them no need, don’t bother But I care and bother stubbornly will learn them this might crack me open let it come
Thank goodness for caring and curiosity! They pull past the resistance. I am learning Dutch and German as we prepare to go on a trip this fall. It isn't always as easy as it was when I learned languages in school, but I like the challenge.
Flawless caesura.
Thank you.
Thank goodness for caring and curiosity! They pull past the resistance. I am learning Dutch and German as we prepare to go on a trip this fall. It isn't always as easy as it was when I learned languages in school, but I like the challenge.
Now that is REALLY impressive! WOW!
Looked up those first two words, then promptly forgot them :)
Exactly my body's response, too. So I looked them up again. Again. Again. They are finally beginning to stick. Even the pronunciation is hard for me!
Love...makes me laugh, completely understand about the push and pull of doing something and then maybe not doing it.
Oh but this one, I am GOING TO DO!!!!
“Let it come,” she says.
She who cares, bothers… words learns.
See her come unsnared!
Thank you!
It's a beautiful thing to stay that stubborn about learning at eighty, Didi. Sometimes cracking open is exactly how the best light gets inside.