Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Blessed be my bad English

.... ' cause otherwise I'd bore you with a bloody long story.

Trust me, though: Life is dangling on a string.

Everyone's life.

Yes, yours too.

So, why not trying to make the best of what is dangling on a string?


The peace of the night.


  1. If you can send me a piece of string, it's in my plan to dangle as long as I can.:)

    Has something dangerous happened to you?

  2. I should have added: to dangle as long and as pleasantly as I can.:)

  3. So long as one is not dangling by the neck of course!

  4. Who is going to hold the string while I'm dangling? I'm a bit worried...

  5. I don't like the thought of dangling on a string right now...

  6. You certainly don't have "bad" English. You have Seanglish, which is a unique and wonderful thing. Don't ever lose it please. Perhaps one day, I wonder, may the world itself be speaking Seanglish officially? Hm. I am but a mere learner, and poor at it. The peace of the night to you Meistero.

  7. ...dangling by a string, no little, sounds like there's a song in there somewhere.... ;)

    Seanglish :)

  8. Hm. But could there be, a UN Institute of Seanglish, I wonder? Hm. The more to educate the world in thinking straight with twisty words. A night of peace to all. especially... hm..the lunar savant of (Hm.. can we be adopting loonytick time as standard the globe around..) Tick, Talk, Tick, Talk... (I'm trying Sean, I'm trying...). But poorly, you may decree...

  9. As Fats Waller so memorably said, 'One never knows, do one?'

  10. Claude,
    do it! Enjoy dangling. :)

    Nothing dangerous for me has happened. It's only that the life-whisperer seems to become a Sisyphus. And this time his task began with lots of blood.

    Ah! I told it's a bloody story. May be, one day I shall tell.

    I don't disagree. :)

    not sure ... as I have enough to do with juggling the moon.

    who would like such a thought? Still, this is what life is about.
    So, treat yourself kindly, hm?

    what shall I say, the more as - right now - I do once again feel committed to (one of) our quest(s).

    Thank you! Never ever will I call my English bad. Rather shall I try to improve the strange language that thanks to you from now on has got a name: Seanglish
    The peace of the light.


    ah!! to educate the world in thinking straight with twisty words - now, that's a mission, that's a windmillish quest!

    ha, never one do, indeed.

  11. Walking a tightrope certainly would give one more control but it wouldn't be nearly as much fun as being pleasantly dangled. :-)

    I came over via Susan of Phantsythat. :-}

  12. Maybe I'm wrong. But I seem to remember Stan (from Sentences Only) praising your "Germano-Irish Seanguistics." Bonne chance with the mission!

  13. The UN Institute of Seanglish shall indeed need a specialist in Seanguistics, plus Seananigans, Seantance structure, Seanintific Enquiry (I will apply for that post), oh.. but Hm... so who for its Ambassador of Culture and the SeArts...? The very Sean Connery I shuggesht. The day has but very begun, now, not the Peacy night, so... the Seanshine of the Day to you, dear followers of Sean (but wear your Seanscreen as protect for over-exposure event in the vicinity of Seanhenge when the shining Sean rises awesomely between the very stones. Ha!)

  14. Seangratulations! This is a Seantastic post.

  15. I was going to comment on the original post, but its gone so far away from that now, I've got a bit lost........

  16. Always late, always lost. That'll be Ruth arriving then. Do keep up and pay attention please dear. And anyway, reverting to the start, it would have to be a bloody thick string to dangle me from. Instead of dangling from anything or walking along any knife edge I'd say I am in freefall through a very dark sky never knowing when I'm going to hit something down there but trying, nevertheless, to look up and enjoy the view and, occasionally, the company of those falling beside me, and a little above and below me. No parachute on my back either. The peace of the night to you all as we go. Wheeeeeeeeeeee...

  17. I must say, I prefer the thought of walking on the edge to dangling on a string....must be my control freak tendencies.....

  18. So falling, wildly, flailing around and completely out of control? You don't like that idea then Ruth? I suppose we can at least channel the rushing air currents to manoeuvre around just a little bit as we go. I wonder if Sean will tell us what the heck he was on about though, when he started it all (started the post I mean, not the wild and chaotic fall).

  19. Ruth - It's OK! Andrew is just Seanfully scaring us. You don't need a rope. The post just means: Vita brevis. Life is short. Don't waste a minute. Hurry up. Have fun.


  20. Am I a Seanner then Claude? Hm., If I confess my Seans will I be forgiven? Ah, what penance though, would be adequate to cleanse away my many Seans? I need to know before it is but too very late. Ha!

  21. hahaha! You're Seanking, Andrew. No hope to reSeanrect you!

  22. That's exactly what I intend to do Claude, whether I'm dangling or balancing..... :-)

    w/v = expopers (!)

  23. Oh my! :)
    Dear ALL,
    properly answers (hopefully) tomorrow. For now my head is longing for nothing else but his pillow. Not surprised I'd be though if this night's dreams turned out to become a Seance. ...

    The peace of the night. And thanks for letting a long day end with lots of colons and right parentheses ...

  24. "A long day end"? If only it were so easy. Here I lie in the grip of inseanmia, counting Seans to try to get to sleep, (there's another one, jumping over Seanhenge, and another one...) while if I set aside the shifting Seans my closed eyes see only wild windmills, swarming smileys, terrifying typos... Sleep cannot come too sean for me amidst this swirl of seething seansomeness,,, one thousand an six, one thousand and seanven, one thousand an...

  25. 'Notte, Sean. Like the new look blog - much easier to read.

  26. I agree heartily with Andrew, and I like his word for your form of the language — Seanglish — though I wonder how others would pronounce it.

    Claudia mentioned Seanguistics...I don't remember seeing this before, though I do recall defending your form of expression in the comments of my blog, on an occasion or two.

    'why not trying to make the best of what is dangling on a string?'

    This is the kind of string theory I can get behind. It's far more meaningful (and probably more falsifiable) than its better known cousin.

  27. Pagan Sphinx,
    welcome to Omnium.
    Wire dancing has its charme (for those few with equilibrium sense), but/and it is an activity; for what I was trying to circumscribe I thought dangling (on a string) - or being dangled - is the better picture.

    well, who am I to doubt Stan's words. :)

    with all you say you are right. However, one step after the other.
    There are some more important aims to be reached.
    Ah well, I see: to reach them people might need being able to speak - and understand - Seanglish.

    seantastic? Sure?

    isn't it interesting/fascinating to get such reactions/comments on
    a post about how near the end/death is - each second?!

    I do like (,though) - not to say love - all comments.
    At the same time: don't hesitate to say what you think, what's your impression.

    that's it. Another perspective, but yes: No parachute on our backs - we are depending on the yarn's quality.

    Ruth, Andrew,
    Claude's right.

    Reminded of that 'life is dangling on a string' I once again felt when past Tuesday - for the fourth time this year the eldest lady in this house fell.
    I found her lying on her back, her head in a lake of blood ...
    Her wound got stitched, and after three blood transfusions she seems to be on the mend and will hopefully soon back home.

    what does w/v = expopers (!) stand for?

    my instinct did not string me along: The very night's dreams turned out to become a seance ... but after hearing you mumble 'oneseansandseanventyseanven' and see you fall into a deep and refreshing sleep my work was done and I could rest in peace.

    Buona notte Lady Limoncello, e grazie. Sei molto gentile.

    thank you!
    Like all roads lead to Galway, there are certainly quite a few ways to pronounce Seanglish.
    Perhaps 'others' should be given the chance - or should that be spelled seance? - to make their choice.
    As for this and that string theory: Sometimes some metaphors seem (?) to be more helpful than certain results or "results" of scientific research.

    thanks again for cheering me up - knowingly or unknowingly.

  28. It's such a shame the stimulus for such merriment was so sad. I hope the lady is comfortable.

    Also, I think Ruth was just pointing out that the word verification (w/v) for her comment was "expopers". I do admit she puzzled me for an instant, since w/v to a chemist means "weight/volume", as in the weight in a given volume, but then as I pondered what weight of dead popes (expopers) would occupy a cubic metre I soon realised I was wondering down the wrong alleyway. Ruth may often lead people down the wrong alleyway, but it is probably best not to follow.

  29. Ha ha, I said "wondering down the wrong alleyway," when I meant wandering, but on reflection, I think wondering might be better

  30. Andrew,
    seldom I'd disagree with you, but here I do.
    It is no shame. Had I not been writing Seanglish but told in plain English what happened, comments would have been like: Oh dear, all the best to your mother(-in-law); My thoughts are with you etc. etc.
    Thus, the same kind of comments one gets on good/meaningful posts: Gorgeous. Brilliant. Oh my, that is so wonderful!
    Yes, I was surprised as sometimes I am when a post I consider 'important' does get none or almost none reaction, while others considered 'not important' get 20 or even 50 comments.
    That's fascinating.
    And I like it.
    I like it like that very night when I read a finished story to Mrs. J., at the end she sighed 'Oh, that's a wonderful story, Sean', and I turned round, added 38 lines and thus put a horrible end to this heartwarming story.

    That's life, after all, hm? While some are mourning, others are celebrating, others torturing, others transforming their thoughts into a tank.

    Almost last not least: Thanks for putting weight and volume to Ruth's enigmatic (for me) PS.

    Finally: Aren't those not wondering while wandering their path(s of life) miss a lot?

    The peace of the night.

  31. But I knew Sean that something had happened to inspire you a line about vita brevis!

    I asked.....

    My warm get well wishes to your dear mother. :)

  32. Funny (odd) this as you remarked - the deepest posts get the fewest comments, the more trivial the most....
    Which is another way of saying: what the hell do we know anyway?
    We are never complete, of course as we start missing things from the moment of birth.
    Peace out to you Sean.

  33. I'd say one reason people may hold back from commenting on more meaningful/personal posts is through not being quite sure what to say without the risk of causing distress or upset, and not wishing to just submit a trite and polite triviality. I myself have significantly reduced my commenting on such things having upset some people in the past when all I was actually trying to do was help them with something, or through something. So there are some topics, and indeed some blogs, I now stay well clear of commenting on. So a lack of comments does not necessarily mean lack of interest or care.

  34. In those circumstances, being French (or being Claude?) helps a lot. I'm rather spontaneous and volubile. I just say (often, at length) what's in my heart without any hesitation. My British (and very reserved) sons are amazed at what I write, on a very public internet, to people I have never met.

    I have no problem telling anyone who suffers: You are in my heart and prayers. I offer the best of what I have. People can take it, or leave it. Of course, if anyone objects to my prayers, I won't repeat the words. But I'll continue the action. Even if my faith is ridiculised. (It often is!)

    I also jump with joy, very loudly, when something good happens to people. It's a tough life. It's wonderful to hear of happy moments. And it's very generous of someone (next door, or far away) to share them with me.

    It's also OK not to comment. As Andrew says, it doesn't mean that the reader has no feeling about the joy and pain of others. I believe strongly in verbal communications. But I wrote a poem once on my efforts to become bilingual. And I ended the poem:

    When she wore this two-colour dress with elegance
    she discovered
    that the heart has no language, no culture of its own.

    The moomlight is speechless...
    stars in one's eyes mean more than "Je t'aime, beloved"
    and two clasped hands across a table
    across a warm sea of silence
    can tear down
    better than a thousand well-chosen words
    the tower of babel
    one erects everyday in one's soul.

    With much love to all of you. You're enriching my life, and warming my heart. Merci de tout coeur.

    Et merci, Sean, for accepting graciously my long comments. You are in my heart, always.

  35. Dear Sean - On my way to a café latte, and I will lift my cup to your mother's fast recovery and return home.:)

  36. Wisewebwoman,
    thanks for your good wishes.

    Very probably for this phenomenon exist as many reasons as there are bloggers and(potential) commenters.
    And far am I from complaining. I take notice of it, and sometimes I am still surprised.
    Speaking for myself: Reading an excellently written post about an interesting, sometimes I'd spontaneously leave a one-word-com(pli)ment. And sometimes when I think contributing an aspect not having been mentioned before could add something to the whole, I would (try to) do so - that is, if words are so kind to
    come relatively easy to me.

    more in my reply to

    fully agreed.
    And some more points:
    - Many of us shy away from controversy.
    Many of those who don't lack of certain virtues.
    - Well, and as for myself: If I had more commenters I'd get into lots of trouble.
    Why? Well, 'cause due to my (language) handicap already now for me it is sometimes difficult to do what I do like very much - answering each comment individually.

    Last point for now (there are many more):
    I think most if not all of us prefer getting in and keeping contact with people who not necessarily have (to have) the same interests, but who are 'like we are'.

    And if they are as lucky as I am with my "Seldom boring"s, no doubt there can now and then be a controversy, a dispute as nothing what's being written on the subject is being written in order to hurt the other.

    Well, and sometimes to put on the silliness-hat is just the cherry upon the cream.

    [In my next life I want to grow up with English. And dare you, Andrew, then to grow up with German. Surprised I'd be not, though ...]

    may I - for a beginning - start with that you(r new avatar) is looking younger than ever. :)

    You might remember my post 'Praised be taciturnity' or so.

    Herewith I admit that apart of that I do (sometimes/often) like/prefer taciturnity (succinctness), by praising it I am making a virtue out of necessity (see title).

    [By reading this here and there someone will thank the stars for not letting Sean become a native English speaker. :) ]

    The fact that - like him - you do not like 'organised religiosity' does, of course, make it easier for this agnostic, not to make fun of your faith.
    Gosh, Claude. I am writing this quickly 'without filtre', knowing that you will be able to understand what I probably did not write. :)

    Just to make sure: Tonight, before falling into the feathers and putting his head on the pillow this agnostic in the cathedral of his heart will lit a candle - on you(r wellbeing). :)

    Now that my hot blood overcame all my prime attitudes (shyness, taciturnity etc.) and thus let this comment become even longer than yours allow me once again - no nudging here - to dearly ask you: Either try to find a publisher for your poems, or do publish the yourself; if not for me, us and others, then for your sons and grandchildren. Do it, Claude!

    And re 'self-publishing': If you wish advice I am quite sure that there is at least one amongst us who would be able and willing to effectively support you.

    Finally, what can a cold, heartless and sarcastic egoist say: Thank you for all your kindness, Claude. And yes: You are in my heart, always.

  37. Ah, Claude,
    and thank you for your good wishes. It will take some days more until the lady will be released. She does seem to be on the mend, though.

  38. Sean, by coincidence I am sure, you have raised a fine example to explain my reluctance to comment on some things, because when months ago I (innocently, I thought, and very genuinely) suggested to Claude that she publish some of her writing at least via a blog the dear lady got very annoyed with me, to my considerable perplexity, and hence I vowed never to make such a suggestion again. Perhaps you will have more luck.

  39. Following on from your last comments.

    I don't shy away from controversy but I avoid conflict.

    I love conversing with others who are comfortable with themselves and are also comfortable with other peoples thoughts. It leads to some wonderful conversations :-)

  40. Andrew,
    vividly I do remember!
    Perhaps, at that time, both we 'overdid'.
    Meanwhile, I am sure, Claude will not take our proposal for 'nudging'.
    [Am I right, Claude? :) ]

    Well, and as we are, better: I am at it [Why would we so often speak in conundrums?!)
    Be mentioning the one amongst us who would be able and willing to effectively support /Claude), I did of course, think of you, Andrew.

  41. CherryPie: After some fairly extensive experimentation with commenting over the past two years I am now whittled down to a list of only six previously visited blogs that I will comment on again (I abandoned another one for good yesterday). Yourself, Jams, Sean and Ruth are 4 of the remaining. So many other bloggers just respond to people who disagree with them with abuse, name-calling or worse, or just reveal such ingrained resistance to real discussion and breathtaking confidence in their own "certainties" that there comes a point where discussing any more seems pointless. It's sad, but I won't miss them.

  42. YOUR proposal Sean. YOUR proposal. Not "our" proposal. I am in my cowardly manner having nothing at all to do with it after dodging the bullets so dangerously last time.

  43. In my previous comment I meant nothing at all to do with making such dangerous suggestions and nudges. If a person should un-nudged ask for my assistance on any matter, however, then my assistance is generally freely given. But, despite dissociating myself from all suggestions and nudges, I shall nonetheless sleep in the basement bunker tonight just to be safe.

  44. Sean and Andrew: Thank you for your appreciation for my writing, and for your kind suggestion.:)

  45. Sean's kind suggestion Claude, Sean's kind suggestion. I fear you may be laying a trap there :)


  46. Andrew- Overdoing your fears!!!!! Goodnight!

  47. Andrew, CherryPie, Claude,

    replies started. To answer properly first I need a cap of sleep, though.
    The peace of the night ... to all of us. And thank you very much.

  48. Wether your posting was meant for it or not: best wishes to your mother in law and you and your family.
    My own mother was admitted to hospital this summer and we all thought we´d seen the last of her. But she recovered as well as a nonagenarian can and she is already looking forward to more festive events.
    So, though we were all reminded of the fact that you cannot have your mother for ever, there is a good deal of hope too.

  49. Andrew,

    I think that the name calling and resistance has to with wanting to be in control and feeling superior to others.

    As you said, it is sad because they don't have an open enough mind to explore different ideas and become enriched by the process. That doesn't of course mean they have to change their view point after the discussion. The fact that they can't enter into a reasoned discussion shows them up for what they are ;-)

    And just before I go... I feel humbled to be included in your list :-)

  50. Have just remembered another four occasionally commented on that I'll go back to Cherie, but I hope you don't feel any less "humbled" knowing it's actually a list of 10 rather than six. Other than that little list I have grown weary of commenting. It was interesting, but the interest wears off and the personal work interests are pulling me back, like a hermit crab, backing into my shell again somewhat; but you can be sure that your long awaited sunrise pic will generate a comment from me (if I live long enough to see it).

  51. Sean, your "bad English" has stimulated an awfully long list of words... Hope you don't mind the tangents we have spun off on (and isn't young Claude looking swell in her fine bonnet?). I, however, have become the invisible man, you will notice. I grew tired of the big handsome ape making me realise how I was pretending to be more impressive a sight than I really am.

  52. Andrew,

    The number is unimportant but the reason is ;-)

    I have grown weary too, some people just drag you down into the depths and life is too short...

    That sunrise, was where I was supposed to be going with my sublime comment before getting into email mode...

    Hopefully the final result won't be a disappointment :-/


    Regarding all the comments on your English. Yours is far better than mine :-)

  53. Sean and Andrew - On October 5th, you both commented that I had been very annoyed in the past for your kind suggestions that I start a blog, or publish my writings (which you appreciated). It could not have been me. An ungracious anonymous being used my name, and projected an unpleasant personality. I will find out who did that. Just look at my photo. This sweet, smiling child was well brought up, and would have thanked you warmly if you had honoured her with your praise. Allow me to wink at you, with laughter.;-)

  54. CherryPie
    Perhaps, due to the fact I am no native speaker sometimes I may just 'translate' German words that in English have a different meaning. This can cause misunderstandings.
    Same is possible the other way round. Sometimes I'd understand all words, but not the meaning of the whole. That's why, when not sure, I'd ask to repeat by choosing other words.
    And here comes the next phenomenon: Many commenters would not come back and thus don't become aware of the reply, answer or question.

    Having said/ahem: written this: I do agree. From what I see I do not think, though, that you would avoid a conflict when it comes to certain essentials. Hm? :)

    As for myself: Before deciding to get involved into a conflict - or even to start one I do usually count until ten - and sometimes even until 100 or more - all the time asking myself "Is it important?!" and mostly I'd come to the conclusion 'No, not important.'

    As for people who feel comfortable: Why should they enter a conflict?
    Last not least, as people who feel comfortable tend to prefer ignoring what could make them feel uncomfortable, hm?

    Compared to the majority on this planet my life is very comfortable.
    Should I therefore try to avoid conversation with those who do feel uncomfortable?

    Here I stopped three days ago as I had written as the thoughts flow or - like Mozart would probably say - 'I wrote as a sow pisses'.

    Won't edit it, though, but just say 'Sorry for the mess' and ...

    continue (it) ... :)

    repeating what I wrote before: I do agree to all you wrote.
    Life could be so easy, hm. :)

    [Here after re-reading what again had become a long mess, I decided to delete it and try to cutting it short, by focusing on but two thoughts:
    Isn't it a pity that very often we - ahem: why speaking for others?! Thus: - I would tell myself Just shut up, Sean, anticipating that whatever I'd politely try to write, could/would cause ... hm, aggression?
    Still, such behaviour, i.e. anticipating the outcome and thus trying by using the scissors in one's head to avoid controversy/dispute is often not wise and sometimes dangerous.

    Ah! Did some lines above I write 'Life could be so easy'?

    Finally, re a lack of comments does not necessarily mean lack of interest or care:
    Quite! There are some posts which did not get a single comment yet, but over the years had the most readers.

    although your answer foremost was addressed to Andrew:
    You wrote:
    'some people just drag you down into the depths and life is too short...'
    Some do, hm? :)
    Perhaps I'll send you an e-mail. :)

  55. Bertus,
    ha, my friend! Thank you for your good wishes.
    Our mother smiled when I told her of your Mum and ended: 'So, come on! Compared to this Lady you are a chicken.'
    The situation is worrysome, though. Monday might become a crucial day. - We do hope.
    Again, thank you Bertus. And, although I had not the pleasure to meet her yet, kind regards to your Mum.

    Invisible Andrew,
    all tangents made me feel ... good. Very good, indeed.
    The only pity is that to express all my thoughts / to go into all details ... my English is too bad. :)))))))

    Oh! Yes! >Young Claude is looking swell in her fine bonnet.

    re: Regarding all the comments on your English. Yours is far better than mine :-) :

    Thank you. I shall remind Mrs. J. of your words whenever she says: 'Sean, you are the master of exaggeration.' :)

    oh, and what a sophisticated Lady this innocent child has become! :)

    My proposal - and although I can vividly imagine he will still prefer to having nothing at all to do with it after dodging the bullets so dangerously last time I know that deep in his heart it is Andrew's proposal, too: While I shall not rest until I shall have traced that anonymous (mis-)using your name, please listen to the child once you was and ... follow (attention Andrew!) our proposal. :)

  56. My fingers are still (well no they're not, they are typing this but you'll see what I mean), my mouth is silent, but inside my head the neurons may be nodding. But take a close look at that lovely sparkling-eyed girl beneath the bonnet Sean. THAT is clearly, very clearly, a girl who, while very friendly, will only do what that girl wants to do. I am sure Claude will deal with her written words and her private thoughts exactly as Claude wishes to deal with them. And so she should. As for my thoughts, right at the moment they are with your mother-in-law, and with you and your family. I had feared that your relative silence meant a continuing crisis.

  57. Oh, the mischeveous girl nipped in with a comment as my one was being composed. A tricky one that. And now I am still trying to interpret her (and figure out if it was her or the imposter).

  58. Oh no she didn't! I got confused and mistook your words to her as words from her, seeing her name in bold. I am a fool

  59. Dear Sean and Andrew - Be assured that this innocent girl just want your well being.

    Sean - My best thoughts and wishes to your mother, and family. Hope all will be well very soon.

  60. Andrew,
    yes, these days we all are very worried. Thank you so much for your kind thoughts.
    Once, 21 years ago, all I could do was, to accompany my parents during their last months.
    An experience that - with hindsight - was important and good - for me.
    The more I enjoyed when in spring I could accompany our mother back into life. What a wonderful experience to be(come) a 'life whisperer'.
    These days, though, we can only hope for the doctors' skills. What we can give, is just our love.

    Well, and as for what your fingers have been typing re the sparkling eyes beyond the fine bonnet: Yes! That's Claude as she lives and breathes.

    Am I right, ...
    Claude? :)
    And: Merci de tout coeur!