Our language is an imaginary city that we all got up basic matter of writing is language. And that language is about communicating vessels that connect our way in the world, our culture over time. I believe that in a thousand years English will be alive and active, though not the English that we write today. If I can read the Cantigas of King Alfonso X, why could not read, in that distant future, which we write in our blogs today? For more archaic than they were to look our XXI century writing, I'm sure he would have points of understanding, bridges of understanding.
Writing is last. If you do not believe just ask Fernando de Rojas and Nezahualcoyotl. And the only way to ask is reading them, ie, in dialogue, silent or aloud, with words, with plots, ideas and characters. No need to know when they wrote what they wrote. What we need is to accept that we are dealing with human beings like us with their pains and weaknesses, with his outbursts and joys.
Hence our approach: We are what we write, we are as we write. But we'll warn, especially, the readers. The other side of that endless river called writing are those who read us who are watching us without condescension or consideration. We write as we are to let others know our circumstances in the reality that we lived, for others, our complicity, our neighbors, feel what we suffer or enjoy in a specific time of the human journey. And to be truthful must be precise. And to call things by their name must be given their value to the words, weight to writing, reasons for our discourse.
not write as we please: we write what we please. It is our culture, with its intense, with its immense contradictions, which arise when we communicate with our neighbors. In writing we undressed. In reading we are witnessing, voluntary or involuntary, the denuding of our similar. Each text is something more than what we meant: is our education, our ideology, our worldview. The lens with which we judge the realities that plague us or having fun, the events that we sympathize or outrage us, the geography from which you learned English with its various idioms, with its wealth of Arab and Jewish roots, Incas and Mayans Latin and Greek, African and Aztec.
history Our language is underway. Not something frozen in time. Not a piece of amber. Not a relic. Is a living, music is a gift to share, a gift to explore in the future. So looking for your script aware at any time, anywhere. Ask why he cares and treats you like a mother whose offspring has prodigious children so dissimilar timbres and tones, in personalities and tastes. Hence
clarity allows us to express clear misunderstandings, helps us to see the diversity of our language, its rich fruits verbal, in words that we offer more than just communication: give us the opportunity to understand each other better, jumping on misunderstanding, mistrust, borders, help us to transcend our time and space, our rituals and routines. Writing is an agora which strengthens our language itself, a balm that heals our sorrows and releases our dreams.
The English language is a creation that feed wherever speak or write, is a city we are building together, we build every day with our imagination, our character and temperament, with our desire and idiosyncrasies. English is a pact between brothers, a bond that allows us to save our distances and differences because we all contribute something to their wealth, their evolution and development. Impoverish or reduce, subordinate or minimize it is not a way: a dead end. A capitulation to the language itself that allows us to express ourselves, to say who we are, show our passion and knowledge. So
You are what you write, you as you write aims to promote English from what unites us and not from what separates us from what strengthens us and not from what weakens us. Writing to understand: thinking of others and not just ourselves. Write to be a community and not just a set of tight sects with their own keys spellings. Posting from the freedom that gives us the blog, with the responsibility of keeping a language alive and lively, lucid and entertaining, yours and ours. Writing, in short, to be open to the world without forgetting what we were, without losing what we are, without abandoning the future.
I hope, as children who were in the Congress of the English Language in Medellin Colombia, in 2007, the favorite words that were released there survive the contingencies of history, the mishaps of the world. Words like chocolate, mom, music, laughter and friends continue to accompany us on our long journey, which continue to be indispensable in our daily lives, in our passage through this land we call ours but we now know is for everyone.
