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In by Poncie on May 14, 2011 at 3:19 pm

tap tap tap.  One sentence about the conquistadors, one sentence about the necessity of language to communicate, one sentence about sharing ideas and form a cultural identity.

TAP TAP TAP. I pound out a slammed sentence of strung together consciousness, an episode of Tourette’s amidst a carefully formed analysis. A dialogue forms on my paper, between active voice and stunned listener.  One only gets a word in edgewise, the other dominates.

highlight.  delete.  the slam disappears like it was never there.  I try not to notice the irony of writing about communication when it’s the one thing we’re not doing.

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