Монолог о языке

Language ... not the nose ! Does not the ear , not the foot !
What could be more beautiful language !
Length and duration of the sound ,
Touch, kiss, silence ...
There is beauty in the language of another :
It is soft - and resilient , stubborn - and flexible ,
He projectile gymnastics mouth
Indispensable for smileys and smiles ,
For every affectation , and besides
Indispensable for braided lace
Their lies and flattery , falsehood and intrigue ...
But if no details, bluntly :
Any language - just a reflection of the gesture ,
And only two main - male and female ;
The language of freedom and bliss language .
Oh, how we bizarre discoveries
Prepares collision of these spheres
In one paradise! Used only enough swagger
Transcend the language barrier -
And is not important vocabulary!
Ability to speak and sense of style
We replace magnetic passes -
Language storm , he can not stand calm !
Oh, the sea of verbiage dangerous!
Nature of the language so voluptuous,
Structure so painfully thin -
French charm , English slip -
When you're under the power of language,
There is beauty even in a shallow dive
At the pink wet souffle
Full of harmful flair .
Anthem touch ! Rabelais wrote ,
Language is given to us to feel a partner.
To feel , to understand , to penetrate , to merge !
He himself a mediator and translator ,
Which lies at the tip of
All that remains between the lines -
Love and death of the universe. And in addition -
Opportunity to feel that sin slandered ,
Firsthand. Says Boccaccio
Language - secondary genital organ ,
He sounds familiar virgin
Birthday words. Dantevskie flour !
The threat of depth and sense of taste
It got the opportunity to intermarry
In the arms of a beautiful temptation
Pass between two classical traditions
Right to left or from top to bottom ...
( Tamara! Margarita ! Anais ! ..)
And if you love at least once ,
You sign this taste for sure.
As some would say later Henry Miller :
Artists in debt first .
( And look who's talking ! Note incidentally,
As rightly said one publisher:
While they would not beat a good ,
Artists do not give debts . )
Let us return to the subject .
In the days of doubt , painful suffering,
In hours of great contention
Only he was a beacon of my wanderings !
And their own pride needful
It, it showed me the sky!
And the most tragic time
Hurled from the womb of the divine
Only one I have found him support.
He gave me the strength brought to Babylon ,
Where I raised its carriers
And taught - over other goals -
Shapeless nuggets thoughts
Remelt ingots into tight words.
How it ended ? And not about the same speech,
What I have them all could not warn ...
Yes, there are English interjections .
But even right now , when the last century ...
I know there is no reliable bulwark
Discharged into the abyss for a polyglot .
Sing language ! Pugh for his boneless ,
Rest does not mind giving .
Any language is ideally space -
Dictionary of stars and spheres , and therefore :
Long live the language ! Language coming ,
Earthly philosophy leading
Through terms - to poetry luminaries .
I gave birth to you ... And I'm perverted ...
Everything in the world holistically and hence zavershimo ;
In any process has its own indefinitely,
Its overripe pancake , its peak ...
And then it all slides downward .
All numb , rounding into something .
Only creativity could be infinitely ...
It would not have an end ,
Whenever a potential creator.
He , unfortunately, is also dry out -
At each braid there stone
I always kind of Abel Cain has ...
Hence - no matter who was at fault -
Patterns, repetition , plagiarism ...
His gift was not able to keep me from decay :
Talent has dried up. But drip interest.
Now only polzuju adverbs
Invent slang and accents -
Glumlyus over the word . That is, without a twinge
Well distort their work.
Currently cheaper language expensive -
That is the law . Yet , yet , yet ...
Distort languages ​​- do not blame me -
Not the same as the fate of murder ...