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"In philosophy, ESSENCE, is the atribute or set of attributes that make an object or substance what it fundamentally is, and which it has by necessity, and without which it loses its identity. Essence is contrasted with accident: a property that the object or substance has contingently, without which the substance can still retain its identity. The concept orginates with Aristotle, who used the Greek expression to ti en einai, literally 'the what it was to be', or sometimes the shorter phrase to it esti, literally 'the what it is,' for the same idea. This phrase presented such difficulties for his Latin translators that they coined the word essentia to represent the whole expression. For Aristotle and his scholastic followers the motion of essence is closely linked to that of definition (horismos)."







Saturday, May 14, 2011

SPEAKING THE LANGUAGE

Uh-h, Uh-uh
Mmm-hmmm, Mmm-mmmm
Djeet? Yeah, djoo?
Mama told me how hard English was
for her to understand
when she first came to America.
The formal English
she'd learned from her textbooks
was so different from the way Americans spoke.
She'd learned yes and no.
Have you eaten your dinner yet?
and Yes, thank you. And yourself?
**********
But the words she heard instead
wee hard to grasp, slippery
as so many small fish
darting here and thee,
shining slips of color
with movements so quick,
impossible to catch.
Try as you might to follow one fish,
confusing your eye
so the first is lost
somewhere among
the whole, swirling group-
here for a moment
then swimming away
into the wide ocean
and gone.

Shi de, bu shi.
Ni chi le fan mei you? Wo chi le, ni ne?
I practice saying to myself,
Yes, no.
Have you eaten yet? Yes, how about you?

In my mind, the words slip easily,


casually from my tongue.


I hear the way


even the youngest children


unthinkingly toss out


these simple phrases,


the sounds and tones rolling lazily,


the unconscious music


of everyday Chinese


sung out through


the streets of Taipei.



Mama and Baba say


I used to speak beautiful Chinese,


my accent clear


and the ones perfect.


But then when I started kindergarten,


I remember how the other kids laughed


at the way I couldn't understand


any English at all.


Mama says it wasn't long


before I spoke English


exactly like my classmates.


But she said I reused


to speak Chinese anymore.


Even at home


with just Baba and Mama


and no one else to hear,


they spoke Chinese to me


and I answered them


in English.


**********


Now when I open my mouth


to speak Chinese


the words stumble out,


dissonant and harsh


as a series of misplayed notes.


Like a beginning musician


violating all rules


I go back and try to correct,


inevitably hitting


the same wrong notes again.


By then the easy rhythm,


the back-and forth flow


of conversation is gone,


irretrivably lost,


broken by me and my


tone-deaf, tuneless,


off-key imitation


of Chinese



I'm getting used to


the look on people's aces


when I try to speak with them.


Surprise, then confusion


turning to befuddlement


or plain curiosity


as they ask, Xiao Jie,


Ni shi na li ren?


Where are you from. Miss?


**********


Now I wonder:


How many times


must Mama have heard


this question,


Where are you from. dear?


And did they ever ask,


Are you Chi-nese, Japa-nese


or what?


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