Homonyms is the overall term that covers words that sound and/or look the same but which have different meanings. There are so many of these in English that I cannot possibly tackle them all at once. In an earlier blog I wrote about bear/bear/bare and resent/resent/recent. Today’s blog will review close/close and clothes.

Very versatile is “close”. Close (pronounced with soft S and its hiss or hard S like a Z) can be a verb, adjective or noun. Close (S sound) as an adjective means near. Close, the verb (Z sound) means to shut, to end (as bring to a speech to a close).

As a noun, it can be the end of a speech. The English call a group of houses for which there is no through access a “close”, as in closed off. This use of the word uses the Z sound. “I live in a close,” as a statement is very confusing to American speakers. According to George Bernard Shaw (or possibly Oscar Wilde), “The English and Americans are two peoples divided by a common language.” This idea my be featured in a later blog.

So far, so good. It seems simple, but wait. What about “clothes”? The word sounds exactly like “close” the verb or British noun, yet it comes from the word “cloth” Someone could argue, if they were ridiculous enough to do so, that people en-close (surround) themselves in clothing, so there is some connection. Not true but a non-native speaker might be tempted to think so.

“Close” came into English from Latin and “clothes” is a plural form of cloth which is German or Dutch. Do note that the O in cloth is not the long O of clothes. It’s the influence of that silent E which is there for no other purpose. The history of the silent E is touched on in a later blog

There you have it: close (verb), close (noun), close (adjective) and clothes (noun), just three more stumbling blocks along the way to learning English. This brings this blog to a close (noun), but definitely not to the clothes.

 

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GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby

“DISCOVERY, THE GREAT ADVENTURE, THE WONDER SPELL” was published in 1984 in Reaching High, California Federation of Chaparral Poets, Prize Winners. This poem appears in honor of Women’s History Month. Helen Keller came to the author’s high school and spoke in Margaret’s classroom, for by that time Helen had learned to use her voice. The author never would forget that visit, later reading what Helen had written as well.

KALEIDOSCOPE—a series by Kathleen Roxby

“MORE FUN WITH HOMONYMS”. This is just one of several blogs the author will write concerning homonyms.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“EN LA PLAZA DE MAYO” was written after seeing a documentary a circumstance that happened in Argentina. In the period between 1976 and 1983 thousands of people were killed or disappeared, including babies.  In 1977 the mothers of the vanished young people began to walk in the main plaza of Buenos Aires (Plaza de Mayo) as a way to call attention to this terrible fact and to get the government to release the names of those removed and their fates. Their march became international news. Eventually names were released, though many say the list is incomplete. Families continue to search for answers. The poet wrote the poem in elementary Spanish present tense because it was the only verb tense she felt she could be certain would be written correctly. She was taking a refresher course in conversational Spanish for a trip to South America at the time. It is included this month in honor of Women’s History. This poem first appeared in the chapbook, “Tangent Allusion” published in 2001.

 

 

Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in Splintered Glass, may see their work presented here on the last week of that month. Though poems are preferred, short prose work will also be considered for publication.

Guidelines for submission:

  1. List Splintered Glass prompt which inspired the work in the text of your email.
  2. Submit material to be published as Microsoft Word document. Submission should not be longer than one page. Editing will not be provided, please be careful.
  3. Include two brief sentences about the author. Example: Michael Whozits is the author of A Book and The Curl, a blog. He is a retired pilot and avid surfer.
  4. Submission must arrive no later than the 3rd Wednesday of the month in which the Splintered Glass prompt appeared. Only one reader’s submission will be selected for any given month.
  5. Send submission to karoxby@gmail.com.
  1. Is there a bit of Irish in your family tree, or does the word “Irish” just spark images in your mind?
    1. Share your heritage with a family story.
    2. Are you a fan of fairies and “wee folk”, why? Spin a fanciful tale where they might appear.
  2. Is there a woman that you admire, living or not, famous or not?
    1. Write an elegy for her.
    2. Do you wish you were a woman to admire? Write a letter to your current self from that future woman.
  3. School reunions, fun or sad?
    1. What would you hope to see, experience at your next (or first) reunion?
    2. What would you write about in your journal after the reunion is over?
    3. Write your a portrait of a classmate.

I am wounded in a hundred ways

And my blood seeps, drying,

I lie stilled, ended

On the field

Where the battle cries

Have not yet finished

With the air.

 

#CompassionandPoetry #EmpathyandPoetry #DepressionandPoetry

The blood

The slashing of flesh and bone

The snarls

The crashing of men to stone

The waste

The splashing of hope             Atone!

 

I awoke in dread

For men had bled!

And a voice from a box

In a dream had said

Dog spelled backwards is God!

 

And I remembered then

There were dogs and men

And a curious play called Zone

And a place marked BLACK

And a space washed WHITE

And music: a shuddering moan.

 

And I trembled awake

For the souls who make

The teeth-blue bruise of hate

And for those who wait

Behind iron-white gate

And call the waiting Fate.

 

#Selma #SelmaandPoetry #CivilRightsViolenceandPoetry #RacialConflict

When I first heard the expression “vim and vigor”, I asked, “What is vim?” I had never heard that word used anywhere, and it sounded like a nonsense word to me. Vigor, on the other hand, was a word I knew. I could point to examples of vigor.

Vigor came to English from Latin and implies a certain energy, enthusiasm, or force. It came to mean healthy, as well, which makes sense. You have to be healthy to exhibit a lot of energy or enthusiasm. There is a sense of strength, as well, but primarily of the mind with physical power just sort of trailing in the wake of the effect of mental influence.

Vim may have also come from a Latin root meaning strength (also energy) or it may simply be a made up word which first appeared in English in the 1800s. In any case, vim’s definition is almost exactly that of vigor, so why pair them? Are they meant to be hyperbolic, an overstatement for emphasis? Yes, that it is exactly the reason for linking them with their subtle differences filling out the impact for the overall impression desired.

There are some confused people, however, who have complicated the life of “vim”. They pair it with vinegar, as in “he is full of vim and vinegar.” This is just a mistake, a malapropism, most likely cause by a confusion of “piss and vinegar” or “pep and vinegar”.  Vinegar seems to have become synonymous with vitality in the college slang of the 1920s. This may have contributed to the odd pairing as vitality and vigor would seem to be equals.

By the way, if you are full of “piss and vinegar” you have likely had too much alcohol of a quality more like vinegar than a valued vintage. In other words, you are drunk and behaving outrageously. The other half of the expression does not need to be explained beyond a nod to the usual reaction to the intake of large quantities of liquid.

When I decided to write about vim and vigor, I thought this expression was a holdover from much earlier times. There are, I am told, other pairings in English (unlike these), that come from a time when the occupants of the British Isles did not all speak the same language. Back then, there were language enclaves where a whole settlement of Danish speakers, for instance lived within trading distance from a village of Saxon speakers and both might be encompassed in the jurisdiction of the Latin speaking church.

There were class separations, like the Norman French spoken by the ruling class (outside Scotland) versus the Saxon spoken by their servants.  This made it not uncommon for the servants or vassals to take a word from their liege lord’s French, for example, and pair it with one similar in the local Saxon, German/Dutch, Celtic, Norse or Danish of the working classes, or even potentially to mix in Latin terms learned from the clergy.

This was an effort toward successful communication which I applaud. If I find any of these are still in use, I will share them in a later blog.

 

 

#EnglishLanguage #EnglishandEtymology #EnglishIdioms

 

 

 

 

GLASS RAIN—the poetry by Margaret Roxby

“SELMA”. The author wrote this poem in 1965 in reaction to what she had seen and heard during the Civil Rights March in the city of Selma, Alabama. In one of the television reports, the words “dog spelled backward is god” was said. This phrase found itself into her dream and this poem. This selection is included for this National Black History Month.

KALEIDOSCOPE—a series by Kathleen Roxby

“ANOTHER ODD COUPLING” continues the theme of paired words begun last week.

THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS—the poetry of Kathleen Roxby

“THERE IS A PAIN WHICH IS NOT MY PAIN, AND YET IS”. This is one of the poet’s depression poems written sometime in the late 1960s through most of the 1970s. It seemed an appropriate poem to follow “SELMA” which appears this week.

As there were no submissions this month, I present another story idea as a challenge for you—a mystery.

TIME: present day

PLACE: New York City brownstone or any similar structure in a large town

CIRCUMSTANCE: New resident in the middle of repairs following rain damage, discovers a skeleton in a wall.

CHARACTERS

The owner who discovers the bones, young and aspiring architect into restoring old homes, perhaps too focused in his fascination with old structures.

The detective(s). Is there a brilliant, or merely lucky amateur? Is the official representative from police or other investigative entity a uniquely interesting person?

The dead woman. Was she sealed in alive, dead from poisoning, knife or bludgeon? In my dream, she was pretty, alternately willful and silly, but ultimately an innocent.

The person(s) responsible for concealing the body. No hint here—might be self-preservation and done solely, or a family affair to hush up events they wish to leave unknown.

Note: in my dream, the girl had been dead for so long that it is unlikely any are still alive who were part of her life. But police could via DNA to trace the bones to the young woman. There was also a hint of a quirky detective, a chance for a bit of humor in an otherwise gruesome story.

Best of luck to you. Do let me know if you turn this into a story to suit yourself. Thank you.

 

  1. Nearly everyone knows some love story.
    1. Share the one you cannot forget which ended.
    2. Do you still have a keepsake from a childhood sweetheart? Why did you keep it, and what is it?
    3. Or, have you, like Kathleen Roxby’s poem, a keepsake you have not forgotten, but which was lost or thrown away?
    4. Write a poem using the first letter of each line to spell out LOVE STORY.
  2. Feeling patriotic, or not, about Presidents’ Day? Persuade us to see your point of view.
  3. Write lovingly about an unusual object, something unlikely to be thought of as a thing of beauty.