English grammar for forgetful people like me

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Three confusions

I learned grammar at school but when I began writing found I’d forgotten a lot of it

.Maybe full stops etc are best omitted!

Here are three sets of confusing words

1. Its and it’s

This is the one many of us get wrong.

“It’s” is usually  short for” it is”. sometimes for “It has”

Otherwise there is no apostrophe separating the it and the s.

So if you say “The cat took its prey behind the dresser” there is no apostrophe.

But if you say “It’s cold today” there is.

Sometimes “It’s” can be short for “It has” eg “It’s been raining all day”

2. Their and there.

Their coats,their possessions. Usage  is like that of my or your.

“They took off their clothes and fell into their cosy bed”

“There” refers to a place.”I thought I left my keys just there on the desk,but when I came in I found hem there on the table.
It’s related to “Here”

“Did you leave your coat here or was it out there by the porch?Isn’t it cold? It’s really freezing tonight.
The cat brought its kittens inside by the fire,.
I gave the dog a bone and it’s really happy 
now,out there.They have their own lives.”

3. Your and  ,  you’re

As in 1. an apostrophe indicates a missing letter.So” you’re” means”you are”

“You’re crazy if you believe that Hitler was a good person

“You’re late again”

“You’re mine,You’re divine.You’re practically sublime”

“Your” denotes belonging to you.

Like “Where is your coat?

It’s on the chair with yours”

“What is your dad saying?”

“Your country needs you”

4. Conclusion:Apostrophes are a problem.We see signs in the market “apple’s 20p each”

If in doubt,leave it out!

These are the three commonest confusions.

Our work will look more professional if we’re well versed in grammar.

It’s nothing to be ashamed of  to ask for  guidance or buy a book on grammar

Every dog has its day.

Every cloud has its silver lining.

I time for me to go so I’ll end there and let everyone find their own needs out.

Words or phrases that sound the same are not always written the same.****************

I hoope this iss a  a hilp  but it’s 2 easy for myst peeple hya. As they say in Tyneside UK

Good Nite Hall

Richard Zimler

https://alchetron.com/Richard-Zimler#Our-love-for-the-life-we-survive-richard-zimler

Extract

Richard Zimler received the 2009 Alberto Benveniste literary prize in France for his novel Guardian of the Dawn. The prize is given to novels that have to do with Sephardic Jewish culture or history. It was awarded to him at a ceremony at the Sorbonne in January 2009.

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Five of Zimler’s novels – Hunting Midnight (2005), The Search for Sana (2007), The Seventh Gate (2009), The Warsaw Anagrams (2013) and The Night Watchman (2016) – have been nominated for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award, the richest prize in the English-Speaking world.

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Zimler has also edited an anthology of short stories for which all the author’s royalties go to Save the Children, the largest children’s rights organization in the world. The anthology is entitled The Children’s Hours. Participating authors include Margaret Atwood, Nadine Gordimer, André Brink, Markus Zusak, David Almond, Katherine Vaz, Alberto Manguel, Eva Hoffman, Junot Díaz, Uri Orlev and Ali Smith.

Brexiteer poetry quest

rosa-veilchenblauhttps://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2019/apr/12/brexiteers-poetry-epic-quest-eliot-tennyson-yeats-brexit

Extract

. The Brexiteers incanted a mixture of the first and second world wars to generate a mythical Britain in which to be British was to be heroic, ethical, and enlightened. The reactivation of this ancient spirit, they suggested, could unify an increasingly incoherent land torn apart by the same European enemy that it had once defeated.

Just like the aged narrators of the poems contemplating their own fate, the Brexiteers positioned Britain as an ancient, declining force poised on the brink of a glorious eternity. In spite of Britain’s post-imperial belatedness, that sense of already being too late, they contended that this ancient spirit could make the jaded land young again. Placing themselves against the shattering experience that was the loss of Britain’s global sway, they promised a world in which a simpler, more glorious past was to be restored.

Against the already ambivalent content of a quest vision of this sort, even darker resonances emerge. It was precisely this sort of fantastical history, in which to renew was to return to a purer past, that provided the tenacious narrative underpinnings of fascism. Tennyson’s aged sovereign Ulysses is a nationalist strongman before such a term existed, who “mete[s] and dole[s] / Unequal laws unto a savage race”, while Yeats and Eliot’s flirtations with autocracy are infamous. The quest narrative of national renewal is dangerous precisely to the extent that it promises to redeem: Make America Great Againand all that.

Brexit is and always has been a political theology. By keying into this elemental narrative, leavers could lend weight and meaning to their campaign through an intuitive, if often unconscious, historical plot. For those progressives who wish to fight Brexit, the urgent issue becomes whether they too can find a similarly deep story to tell about the UK’s relationship with the world about it.

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An interesting and relevant article.

The go-to poem for Brexit must surely be Coleridge’s “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” which seems uncannily prescient. From Wikipedia:

The tale begins with the ship departing on its journey. Despite initial good fortune, the ship is driven south by a storm and eventually reaches Antarctic waters. An albatross appears and leads them out of the ice jam where they are stuck, but even as the albatross is praised by the ship’s crew, the mariner shoots the bird:

With my cross-bow,
I shot the albatross.

They soon find that they made a grave mistake in supporting this crime, as it arouses the wrath of spirits who then pursue the ship “from the land of mist and snow”; the south wind that had initially led them from the land of ice now sends the ship into uncharted waters

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot – Oh Christ!
That ever this should be.
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs,
Upon the slimy sea.

The sailors change their minds again and blame the mariner for the torment of their thirst. In anger, the crew forces the mariner to wear the dead albatross about his neck, perhaps to illustrate the burden he must suffer from killing it, or perhaps as a sign of regret:

Ah! Well a-day! What evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the albatross
About my neck was hung.

One by one, all of the crew members die, but the mariner lives on, seeing for seven days and nights the curse in the eyes of the crew’s corpses, whose last expressions remain upon their faces.

The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.

Finally the mariner comes in sight of his homeland, but is initially uncertain as to whether or not he is hallucinating.
The rotten remains of the ship sink in a whirlpool, leaving only the mariner behind.

Theresa May might wear chunky pearls around her neck, but they surely represent an albatross. In years to come, May will be stumbling around the Houses of Parliament, weighed down by her beads and rambling about the dead spirits adrift in a soulless ocean.

The little wild flowers are in bloom

I want to meet with Jesus  very soon
I cannot wait till I am dead and gone
I sing a psalm  to draw  him by  the tune

I fear no judgement nor do I fear doom
Jesus never carries bombs or guns
I want to meet with Jesus  very soon

I’d better sweep the  room up, make it clean
Jesus ,as a refugee, might come
I sing a psalm  while baking bread for him

I want to see his eyes as in my dreams
I wonder what he thinks; what have we done?
I  think he’s being deported  in the gloom

Go back where you came from , what’d’ya mean?
Stress and tension aggravated loom
I hum a psalm did David write the tune?


If he comes as whispers in my dreams
I shall attend  I shall not fear my shame
I want to talk to Jesus  very soon
I  see the  little wildflowers  burst to bloom