Glossophilia

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https://www.glossophilia.org/podcast-player/13867/home-is-where.mp3Download file | Play in new window | Duration: 25:18 | Recorded on May 9, 2020The second episode of Glossophilia s new podcast series takes a look at the word home the place where a third of the world is currently being asked to stay. Just what and where is home ? In this first episode, Louise and Paul discuss the new lingo of our new reality, and how we re talking and writing about life in the time of COVID-19.  Updated April 2020: There s another word that has sadly become much more familiar to English speakers on both sides of the Atlantic in recent weeks. Glosso posted this piece originally back in October 2013. Continue reading It s National Talk Like Shakespeare Day!* Please teachest me to speaketh like Shakespeare, I heareth thee cry. You probably do already: if you say things like send him packing , as good luck would have it , more fool you , neither here nor there ,  mum s the word , or the be-all and end-all , then you re doing pretty well in the Shakespearean language department: he was responsible for either coining or popularizing all those phrases.  Anyway, has t no fear: Glossophilia cometh to the rescue, and we re about to guide you through your online toolkit of Shakespearean-speak gadgets. Among Glossophilia s favorites is Shmoop s own Shakespearean Translator, which is just like Google Translate: Type anything into the box and see it translated into super-authentic Shakespearean English . Then there s the Shakespeare Insult Kit, whose author Jerry Maguire (sic) was or is an English teacher at Center Grove High School in Greenwood Indiana. You ll sound like a true Shakespearean villain when you hurl those concoctions out there. Another Glosso favorite is Shakespeare s Words Thesaurus: This is the opposite of the Glossary. When consulting the Glossary, you know the word and you want to find out what it means. When consulting the Thesaurus, you know the meaning and you want to find out which Shakespearean words express it. How would he say arrogant or companion ?' Did you know that there s a William Shakespeare Glossary on CliffNotes? And one on SparkNotes too? There s a plethora of Shakespeare glossaries and dictionaries out there and I mean plethora in its truest sense to help you on your talk-like-Shakespeare quest. Here are just some of them Continue reading A cartoon published in New York World during the 1918 pandemicDuring National Poetry Month, Glossophilia is posting poetry inspired by pandemics and virus outbreaks of yore. Today we bring you a public service slogan and a children s rhyme.During the 1918-19 Spanish flu pandemic, the Red Cross distributed gauze masks and enjoined the public to:Obey the lawsAnd wear the gauze!Protect your jawsFrom septic paws!And this children s jump-rope rhyme was heard throughout the US during the height of the pandemic:I had a little bird and its name was EnzaI opened the window andin-flu-enza *** Fever 103° by Sylvia PlathPure? What does it mean?The tongues of hellAre dull, dull as the tripleTongues of dull, fat CerberusWho wheezes at the gate. IncapableOf licking cleanThe aguey Tendon, the sin, the sin.The tinder cries.The indelible smellOf a snuffed candle!Love, love, the low smokes rollFrom me like Isadora’s scarves, I’m in a frightOne scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel,Such yellow sullen smokesMake their own element. They will not rise,But trundle round the globeChoking the aged and the meek,The weakHothouse baby in its crib,The ghastly orchidHanging its hanging garden in the air,Devilish leopard!Radiation turned it whiteAnd killed it in an hour.Greasing the bodies of adulterersLike Hiroshima ash and eating in.The sin. The sin.Darling, all nightI have been flickering, off, on, off, on.The sheets grow heavy as a lecher’s kiss.Three days. Three nights.Lemon water, chickenWater, water make me retch.I am too pure for you or anyone.Your bodyHurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern——My head a moonOf Japanese paper, my gold beaten skinInfinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.Does not my heat astound you! And my light!All by myself I am a huge camelliaGlowing and coming and going, flush on flush.I think I am going up,I think I may rise——The beads of hot metal fly, and I love, IAm a pure acetyleneVirginAttended by roses,By kisses, by cherubim,By whatever these pink things mean!Not you, nor himNor him, nor him(My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats)——To Paradise.*** Winston Churchill in 1895The Influenza (excerpt)Yet Father Neptune strove right wellTo moderate this plague of Hell,And thwart it in its course;And though it passed the streak of brine [the English Channel]And penetrated this thin line,It came with broken force.For though it ravaged far and wideBoth village, town and countryside,Its power to kill was o’er;And with the favouring winds of Spring(Blest is the time of which I sing)It left our native shore. by Winston Churchill, aged 15, affected by the pandemic known then as the Russian Flu in 1890 The Influenza Influenza, labeled Spanish, came and beat me to my knees;even doctors couldn’t banish from my form that punk disease;for it’s not among the quitters;vainly doctors pour their bitters into ailing human critters;they just sneeze and swear and sneeze.Said my doctor, “I have tackled every sort of ill there is(I have cured up people shackled) by the gout and rheumatiz;with the itch and mumps I’ve battled,in my triumphs have been tattled,but this ‘flu’ stuff has me rattled,so I pause to say G. Whiz.”I am burning, I am freezing, in my little truckle bed;I am cussing, I am sneezing, with a poultice on my head;and the doctors and the nurses say the patient growing worse is,And they hint’ around of hearses, and of folks who should be dead.Doom has often held the cleaver pretty near my swanlike neck;I have had the chills and fever till my system was a wreck;I have had the yaller janders, foot and mouth disease and glanders,and a plague they brought from Flanders on an old windjammer’s deck.But this measly influenzy has all other ills outclassed;it has put me in a frenzy, like a soldier who’s been gassed;if the villainous inventor this my lodge of pain should enterI would Use the voice of Stentor till he had been roundly sassed.May the ‘influenza vanish!Of all ailments it’s the worst;but I don’t believe it’s Spanish – haven’t thought so from the first;on my couch of anguish squirmin’,I’ve had leisure to determine that the blamed disease is German,which is why it is accurst. by Walt Mason, a survivor of the Spanish flu, 1918***

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