Reposted by S. M. Carroll
Feeling as tho' humanistic study here (construe "here" as you will) is doomed, but on the bright side I get to talk about this Jackie Kay poem today w/ a dedicated group of undergrads.
(What's more I learned about the poem on this very site--🙏):
www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/old-ton...
scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk
Old Tongue
When I was eight, I was forced south. Not long after, when I opened my mouth, a strange thing happened. I lost my Scottish accent. Words fell off my tongue: eedyit, dreich, wabbit, crabbit stummer, te...