Crest of the Ojibwe People

Caught part of a very inter­est­ing radio inter­view today on NPR’s Fresh Air. Two broth­ers, David and Anton Treuer, fight­ing to pro­tect and pre­serve the Ojibwe lan­guage. It was clear from their dis­cus­sion that this Native American tongue is rich in metaphoric, poetic and sym­bolic resources. The mul­ti­plic­ity of words for key actions exist along side of the knowl­edge of the roots of those words. The broth­ers talk about the path we can fol­low back to the roots with­out need­ing to go to other lan­guage sources. And they dis­cuss the pre­ci­sion needed when talk­ing about things like water, weather, and nat­ural phe­nom­e­non. Hunting and gath­er­ing activ­i­ties have their own spe­cial set of words and images. And new words can be formed eas­ily, because the roots are known. Combinations make sense, built upon the past.

English was formed from many dif­fer­ent sources, nations, com­bi­na­tions, and that is a strength as well as a weak­ness. We do not really live inside the past of our own lan­guage, the way the Ojibwe once could and are striv­ing to once again. How much eas­ier would it be, how much more “nat­ural” might it be … to write poetry in a lan­guage that car­ries with it streams of metaphors and sym­bols from just one felt source? From the same place. From known hori­zons. From one home.

 

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James Joyce (through his char­ac­ter Stephen Dedalus) talks about the Irish not being at home in the English lan­guage, though he mas­tered it like no other. Are we Americans, born from the com­bi­na­tions and recom­bi­na­tions from so many for­eign tribes, really at home in English too?

 


From A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man:

– The lan­guage in which we are speak­ing is his before it is mine. How dif­fer­ent are the words home, Christ, ale, mas­ter, on his lips and on mine! I can­not speak or write these words with­out unrest of spirit. His lan­guage, so famil­iar and so for­eign, will always be for me an acquired speech. I have not made or accepted its words. My voice holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.

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