A Word For Everything
Oct 1 2023
There is no word for this
I find myself saying
when language fails.
I feel envious of the Germans
and their run-on Jenga words,
great tottering towers
of guttural sound
that hold nothing back,
probing the darkness
in the human heart,
spelling out a worldview
of Teutonic candour
cluttered with consonants.
Weltshmertz and shadenfreude,
2 familiar words
English has, quite sensibly
already conscripted.
Then freundschaftbeziehungen
and backpfeigfengesicht,
respectively
“bonds of friendship”
and “face in need of a fist”.
But my favourite is the Yiddish, verklempt,
that ineffable feeling
of the clutch in your heart
when you are overwhelmed by emotion
and tears are beginning to well.
How fortunate
that when English colonized the world
it was not precious
about purity,
appropriating words
from everywhere
without apology.
How lovely
to speak a mongrel tongue
with an insatiable appetite.
But still, it's not German,
the language
with a word for everything,
a specificity
that strips meaning down to its spine.
Too bad
my thick tongue
isn't up to it.
And that my ear hurts
hearing such great compounded words
barked out
with German precision.
An alphabet soup
of tongue-twisters,
so specific
no contingency
is ever missed.
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