e. e. cummings

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What do you make of this?

ygUDuh


ygUDuh

ydoan
yunnuhstan

ydoan o
yunnuhstand dem
yguduh ged

yunnuhstan dem doidee
yguduh ged riduh
ydoan o nudn

LISN bud LISN

dem
gud
am

lidl yelluh bas
tuds weer goin

duhSIVILEYEzum

 
I think it's the kind of thing you'd hear today in certain bars (or perhaps phoned in to Rush Limbaugh or Michael Savage) if you just change "yelluh" to something like "aruh".
 
I think it's the kind of thing you'd hear today in certain bars (or perhaps phoned in to Rush Limbaugh or Michael Savage) if you just change "yelluh" to something like "aruh".

I think it's clever. Makes you think. Love it! :D
 
What do you make of this?

reminds me of Riddley Walker by Russell Hoban - written in a kind of transliteration of a scots dialect. I had to read it aloud to understand the dialogue. Me likee stuff like this
 
I think it's the kind of thing you'd hear today in certain bars (or perhaps phoned in to Rush Limbaugh or Michael Savage) if you just change "yelluh" to something like "aruh".

What do you make of this?

reminds me of Riddley Walker by Russell Hoban - written in a kind of transliteration of a scots dialect. I had to read it aloud to understand the dialogue. Me likee stuff like this

Of these "gents" I only know, vaguely, of Rush Limbaugh but I've certainly overheard rhetoric like this on the streets. You're right, oil-paint, it needs to be read aloud.
 
reminds me of Riddley Walker by Russell Hoban - written in a kind of transliteration of a scots dialect. I had to read it aloud to understand the dialogue. Me likee stuff like this
I think it's supposed to be a Brooklyn accent, spoken by some guy a few sheets into the wind.
 
Of these "gents" I only know, vaguely, of Rush Limbaugh but I've certainly overheard rhetoric like this on the streets. You're right, oil-paint, it needs to be read aloud.
Both Limbaugh and Savage are right-wing American radio talk show hosts.
 
This is the dialect I grew up with and yes I can read it!

"Whoa there, Wi'let, whoa, Gypsy, s'dockey time, here's yar nosebags tergethar. Now then you fules, wait till I git yar bits out. Come on, Bob, let's knock a blairze on an'we'll het. Thass suffun cold terdear, blowe'd if i'tearnt. Less see what th'old woaman 'a put up forrus in the dinner bag. Cor blast, bread an' pullet an' no thumbit. Thass a rummun thar-iss nowt on an' nowt tut. I'll hev suffun, gimme thar ole rat, he'll do. Whass a marrer meart, carnt yer eat yars? Doant trow it awear bor, I can eart it,fat an' all. Give us hold onnut if it's gorn a meark yer sick. You young uns er too finnicky nowadears."
 
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