Ezra Pound had to be the most depressed person who ever got famous. Talk about a downer, wow. However, since today’s Daily Downer is the perfect opportunity to present this super depressing poem by Ezra Pound — and Garry’s picture of geese on the river makes a perfect backdrop — I couldn’t resist.
Nature inspires me. Rivers, valleys, mountains. Sunrise, sunset. Rainbow and city architectural. A beautiful vista, anywhere along the river or at one of its many dams or waterfalls. That’s what does it for me. Beauty has never failed me.
No matter how down in the dumps I felt, being someplace visually beautiful picks me up. I could use a little pick me up right now, so here are a bunch of my all-time favorites.
In one way or another, every picture we take records history, capturing a moment that will never be repeated.
Garry’s parents wedding, 1941. Photographer unknown, moments caught forever.
Ignoring the minor detail that they aren’t words, but semi-English local dialect, “shoulda” “coulda” “woulda” perfectly describe the essence of the rapidly disappearing subjunctive tense — or as some modern grammarians prefer it, mood.
All romance languages lavishly employ the subjunctive because it lets a verb indicate more than action (as verbs are wont to do). It includes a feeling about those actions. Longing, perhaps. Uncertainty. Hesitancy. Hope. Sometimes, it indicates “a hypothetical state or a state contrary to reality, such as a wish, a desire, or an imaginary situation.” Which is something difficult to express if you don’t have a grip on the subjunctive thing.
Consider that a generous use of the subjunctive mood or tense can raise literature from the mundane to an art form. Wait, isn’t it supposed to be an art form?
In one of my favorite songs, Rod Stewart says “You are my heart, you are my soul. You’ll be my breath should I grow old.”
I love that he used the subjunctive to indicate the uncertainty of the future, that maybe he would not grow old, but IF he does, she will be his breath. That’s elegant. That’s subjunctive. He does not say “when I grow old.” He could have, but specifically chose to leave the matter up in the air, quivering with possibility. Saying so much by choosing this word rather than the other one.
We’ve been dumping parts of speech for a while now. Americans seem to feel we need to just get on with it. Stupid grammar, it just gets in the way of spitting out what you mean. We don’t need no stinkin’ adverbs. Or tenses, for that matter. Let’s just go with the present and ignore everything else. Simple, direct. Eventually, we can eliminate pronouns, too.
If you ever listen to sports on TV or radio, you’ll notice they speak their own version of English. Adverbs have been banished. These highly paid professionals don’t know an adverb from their elbow, a noun from nose hair, or a complete sentence from a sandwich. Nor do they care.
I am in a subjunctive mood today. Wistfully contemplating the resurgence of language as art.