by Terrie v.B.
I have a confession to make. I notice mistakes in grammar, punctuation and spelling in written material. My eye is drawn like a magnet to such things, and I am personally offended. The thought that I might miss an error in something that I have written keeps me up at night. I actually enjoy parsing sentences. The parts of speech excite me. The dictionary is my best friend. My own kids call me Mrs. Webster. They know that if they ask me how to spell a certain word and I am unsure of the correct spelling, I am compelled to look the word up in the dictionary. Knowing this about their mother has probably saved them countless hours over the years. I am positive that by now they have even forgotten how to use a dictionary.
Here is a poem I wrote some time ago. In it, I attempt to throw off the shackles of my meticulousness and free myself from the bondage of grammatical perfection. Last week, I saw a woman at church wearing a sweatshirt that read: “Ladie’s Retreat 2005”. Please help me before I do something rash.
Free at Last
or
I A’int No Grammar Girl No More
With pen in hand – a solemn vow,
I cross my heart and promise now,
A slave to grammar n’er more to be.
I shan’t worry a whit to cross a “t”
Nor dot and “i”, nor mentally
Expel an errant apostrophe.
I renounce disdain for misspelled blurbs
And embrace disagreement for subjects and verbs.
I confess ashamedly and recoil
At my penchant and preference
For chewing tin foil
Rather than allow double negatives to spoil
A sentence…(Oh, how that does so make my blood boil!).
I abandon my parsing and quite diagramless,
Depart for a new world void grammar and thus
Forge my own trail, determined to be
A maverick! Abstract! Existential and free!
But one question remains and returns hauntingly,
Will anyone be able to understand me?
Posted by Terrie van Baarsel