The Lonely Philoligist

the lonely philologist

in place of feelings, topology.
Transformations hidden or misremembered. A landscape, formed from the
horizon-the literal one, the one always out of reach.

Now we enter the longest leg of our journey. No virgil, no dante, no
anchises to guide.

But the rails run straight. And the timetable, which long ago
standardized, well, no need to tell you that.

Clause consecutive or final, none the less. Some distinctions are only
made by the lonely philologist.

of prepositions

i am a philologist by training, and one of the most mysterious aspects of language is prepositions.

they can mean numerous things.

for instance:

de--on or of
apo--from or agency
by--beside of agency

and myriad other things.

the only competitor, particles. and the final authority, smyth, is surprisingly thin on the subject. though hackett has an edition of denniston, the author of the greek particles, a fascinating book. and on to the particles.

though, without them, greek would be so much more difficult. they convey emotion, irony, personality, and so many other things. it's surprising how many sentences hang on them. not to mention poetry.

well, one day. thus endeth the lecture.

gin, exercise ball

stretching on a bottle of segrams is intersting.

here's to the last of it. the last rob buck of the morning.

it's nice to drink on the lord's day, in the morning.

wonder...

still find it amazing, after all these years, the greek language grounded in action.

for instance, understand, episteme, epistemology.

what? understanding. standing under what? and are both we and the greeks standing under the same thing?

why under?

why not sitting, as the Buddhist do?

why why?