Tearing down the house
Big yellow excavator
Eating bite by bite
One house to the west
A new foundation in place
Waiting for the top
Gonna miss the house
Next door. Small quaint and frumpy
Great people in there
Tearing down the house
Big yellow excavator
Eating bite by bite
One house to the west
A new foundation in place
Waiting for the top
Gonna miss the house
Next door. Small quaint and frumpy
Great people in there
Turn the yellow face
Now white is messed up. Next time
Unpeel the stickers
You and me belong
To the Sun. Everyone does,
But you more than most.
Marge thought through laughing
Ivy is more circumspect
Syllables matter
Squishy sidewalk ice
Slippery as hell, very hard
Glued to the concrete
Not near our house
Not my problem, even though we
Would all fall quickly
I get the mattock
To attack it, whack by whack
Big chunks break apart
Kick the chunks and slush
Off to the sides, clear the path
Unslippery again
Admiring my work
Every time I go that way
Walking is easy
What if I am gone?
This clear patch of path could be
My big legacy
Hearing Makossa
Smelling sand roasted peanuts
This is Yaoundé
When I skate outside
My eyes smile and my legs sing
A blade glides on ice
But once it warms up
The ice turns to gooey mush
Puddles of warm slush
A spruce Christmas tree
Throwing shimmering warm light
Guarding wrapped gifts
Below zero days
Turn the lake to glass, ready
For many skaters
Poinsettia sitting
By the window, watching the
Cold walkers cruise by
Weather report says
Mixed rain and snow. One snowflake
Gives reason to hope
Eating pineapple
Listening to gentle waves
Lapping at the shore
It’s below zero
The sun blinds in the blue sky
I must wear my toque
Sometimes I’m afraid
But I seldom know what of
I’m nervous Nellie
Light rain falling now
So cold, it might turn to snow
Bring on a blizzard
Dislocating shoulder
Painful when out, then tender
Wish it would stay in
Walking recharges
It’s good for your soul and lungs
and also the soles
Calm water at dawn
The canoe glides on the lake
A duck loudly quacks
Just before midnight
The swimmers arrive and undress
Cold water loud shouts
The long sandy beach
Pounded by waves. One person
contemplates the scene
Scorching midday heat
Nowhere to hide, except in
The green mountain lake
Who do I talk to about this? Is there an Office For the Classification of English Words? Maybe a form to fill out? Or just a free form petition?
I am somebody for whom emotions do not come easily. I am loathe to say ‘I am angry.’ Hmm, upon reflection that is a massive understatement. I am incapable of saying (and meaning) ‘I am angry.’
I am Canadian. I am subject to the laws of gravity. I don’t expect either of these to things to change in the foreseeable future. Am and being come with ominous permanence that scares me. Once I say I am angry, I will be an Angry Canadian forever attracted to the planet Earth.
On the other hand I ran to the store suggests an action that has a beginning and an end. It has both intentionality and impermanence.
I realize there are a few potential holes in my thesis.
I feel angry solves the permanence problem. But in the heat of the moment most people are going to keep things simple and basic.
Bob: I’m angry!
Sally: Don’t you mean you feel angry?
Bob: NO! I AM ANGRY!
Many emotion and feeling words are already verbs. Very true, all the more reason to convert all of them! Interestingly, there are many emotion words that have already been verbed, in the opposite direction. Anger being a prime example. Consider the sentence Bob angers Steve. Bob is undertaking some action that is causing Steve to feel the emotion anger. This is crazy! It’s hard enough to control our own emotions, but our language gives us the power to control the emotions of others? wow!
Put another way, anger is a transitive verb; it requires an object. Who or what did you anger? What about making it an intransitive verb. I anger, therefore I am?
Using intransitive verbs for emotions would cause a couple of changes. First it would treat emotional states as things with beginnings and ends. The sun shines from sunrise until sunset. It also provides a sense of ownership.
Sally: Why did you punch a hole in the wall?
Bob: I was angry.
There is no ownership. Some mysterious state of anger descended on Bob and took control of him. Note the difference between: I drank vs I was drunk. One incorporates responsibility, the other abdicates responsibility.
Here is a table with many emotion words divided into three groups. One group includes emotions that already have the a handy verb version. The next group contains the emotion words that don’t have a verb version. The final group lists all the emotions that have a transitive verb form, and are used to impose emotional states on other people or things.
Verbed | Envious, fearful, raging, critical, resentment, hate, mournful, weepy, doubtful, hesitant, decisive, tense, marvellous, love |
Unverbed | Livid, mad, furious, bitter, sorrow, dejected, desperate, (un)certain, shy, (un)sure, pessimistic, indecisive, lost, glad, content, joyful, grateful, optimistic, loved, confident, sure, unique, certain, bold, tenacious, ambition, |
Backwards | Angered, annoyed, irritated, agitated, disgusted, outraged, upset, crushed, depressed, frustrated, perplexed, embarrassed, pleased, amused, delighted, charmed, empowered |
Another flaw in my argument is examples like I am hungry. The verb to be is not inherently permanent. While this is true, I think the amount of permanence is tied to the specific adjective. We all agree that hunger is transient. Perhaps there is a sliding scale of this permanence, but to me I feel a certain open endedness with angry that I don’t feel with hungry.
Lastly, I would be remiss if I talked about emotions as verbs if I didn’t give a shout out to the classic couples help book Love is a Verb. (also apparently a movie and a song. who knew?)