Prague in October, where Seifert fantasises Mozart’s ‘effortless’ efforts at hacheks. Prague in February where an anonymous hachek like Kafka at the stroke of a pen condemns Kafka, would have all his ever-ever-ever words disappear. Prague in April where nature’s packet of hacheks breaks the soil so some fortunate like Nezval can flower forth brief showery beauties. Prague in June where Hrabal once more is the king of all hacheks, laughs at the summer sun from his window. Prague in August where war again is a word that Hašek may line up and fire at a hundred rounds of hacheks.
Saturday, 6 February 2016
English is free of diacritics and graciously lives with them when they arrive as imports. Acute and grave are okay, probably because we’ve lived with them since Hastings. Umlaut always looks out of place while hachek and tilde quietly drop from sight. No arguments, unlike the French who this February have decided to drop the circumflex. At school we called it the hat. Though approved by the Academy, the French have blown their stack. Why teach children spelling they must unlearn later, goes one argument but the main appeal is to national pride, their very soul. No stealthy Anglicisation! #JeSuisCirconflexe
Thursday, 4 February 2016
Meme seems to mean a gleam of collective understanding. Notion moves an emotion through promotion into commotion. Concept goes from adept to accept to high-step. But the spread of meme seems to be a selective history of collective misunderstanding. When Dawkins dreamed meme up he did not anticipate its replication implications. Fortunately, enough people grasp the ‘train’ meme for us to catch it this morning. Here we window-sit, checking contentless information on glass tablets. To share block letter slogans is to meme. GOD IS GOD is popular and the Eliot parody FEBRUARY IS THE SHORTEST MONTH, but memes need themes.