It is a curious thing
doing the very doings, after years of swearing off becoming and turning into. The portmanteau of past and present, me and them. Catching the replicated intonation of phrases, having the same irks my grandfather and his son - that is, my father, who's friend gave him a mug that reads, "I am silently judging your grammar."
This grandfather with a post-military University of Illinois paid education. His grand child, that is: me, cheated through an entire grammar book age 11, too eager to hideaway with my Hardy Boys stack, now hellbent to write everything down with terrible grammar.
Quote unquote terrible according to socio- and colonial powers, white perfectionism, shoulds and regional linguistics. I was once told, not by my grandpa, I had more street than book smarts but that "wasn't a bad thing - you've read a lot of books too!" I'll take it, if I use too many commas and don’t always know the right use of a semicolin then that was by god’s design. I look up how to spell things, word’s meanings, where to put apostrophes, etc: I am contemptuous to Grammarly. It has to come from my brain first, then I’ll figure it out from there. “Create like a child, edit like a scientist.” - Tyler, the Creator.
My friend always says, "Look it up on the Goo-Goo." Damn straight I will. Check the radar while I'm at it.
