Dialects are dying every day

                                      Jah  I am being extreme      But deads extreme

Wont be raising those corpses

Dead men tell no tales

Dead tongues are mute

    Do you have to be so . . .

Raw  Got your attention

                               Howbout sighed  dialects die every thirty days       Aint as pithy

Why is this bugging you?

It ought to be buggin you

                            Aboriginal  primitive languages

Ur language

Its our humanity man

Every loss diminishes us John Donne  Yamay not recall but Ive memorised it

                                                                                    No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man/is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;/if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe/is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as/well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine/owne were; any mans death diminishes me,/because I am involved in Mankinde; with an E/And therefore never send to know for whom/the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

    Any mans languages death diminishes me

 

Youre not feeling diminished.

No.

Aw  Unfortunate you

                                 Tongues are music

1447,  Sunday,  6  9. 26

1415,  reggaefriday – September 11,  2026

https://www.americanacademy.de/berlin-journal/disappearing-tongues/