.the English pronounce the Cornish town's name as: nookie... the **** is it, a Green Day album name, or a Limp Bizkit song? perhaps i'm too French in my pronunciation... quail... eggs... quay... qua-a... if i were Welsh i'd write you the name like so... newyddquaa... but no... but no, has to be nookie... like buggering a ******* chimp... quail eggs... see how language becomes mutated? nothing is apparently, certainly, stable... always the permutation of a flux... i must have ingested a little of the French concept of: je ne sais quoi when learning English... come one... nouveaucarrière: new quarry... nouveauquai... nookie?! seriously?! Q, Q... Quail eggs... quay... new... quay... maybe the usage of hyphenating words into compounds needs to be revised in the english sprechen... ******* mutation... nookie... ****** ******, + a ******* wookie, walking carpet ride worth the name Chew-a-Buck-back-up! i'd settle for: new-key... some sort of variant of a maritime honing device for locating ships sending distress signals during storms... but... no... but hey... it's authentically Welsh territory... Cornwall is, after all... a pre modern extension of Wales... nookie this: shotgun my *** while is spew rhetoric concerning the health benefits of applying feces instead of ****** cream for the benefits of: no one.
over 20 years spent living on these isles,
and i never made the connection -
Welsh nationalism could only work
if you included Cornwall -
given that Cornish is very much:
a southern dialect of Çymru -
i guess... i'm not sure...
let's put it to the etymological filter...
beginning with primary words:
black
du (Cornish)
du (Çymru)
red
rudh (Cornish)
coch (Çymru)
white
gwydn (Cornish)
gwyn (Çymru)
i guess that's how etymology works,
a shared origins story...
etymology is best
examined with primary words,
basic nouns / adjectives...
that was the adjective test...
now for the noun test:
sun
howl (Cornish)
haul (Çymru)
moon
loor (Cornish)
lloer (Çymru)...
sky
ebron (Cornish)
awyr (Çymru) -
ah...
now we see what becomes from
etymological deviation...
the sky has to have more
inherent connotations
of a religiosity as the resting place
of sort...
i'm sure that sea, earth, water,
and fire, are very much akin
or mountain...
but i could be wrong...
sea
mor (Cornish)
môr (Çymru)
earth
dor (Cornish)
ddaear (Çymru)
water
dowr (Cornish)
*dŵr (Çymru)
fire
tan (Cornish)
tân (Çymru)
mountain
menedh (Cornish)
mynydd (Çymru) -
ah... well then...
that explains the separatist movement
of Cornwall akin
to the Spanish Basque or
the Catalonia...
white cross on a black flag...
they're ******* Welsh down
in Cornwall!
i was eating a Welsh pasty
all along!
oh... i see...
that's why they're separatists
down there...
but there's one word that's
crucial in all of this,
given the emblem is
on the Welsh flag...
dragon...
**** me!
there's an etymological source
for the word in English...
and, it comes from?
Cornish!
draig (Çymru)
dragon... in ******* Cornish!
**** me...
what's... snake?
serpont (Cornish)
neidr (Çymru)...
there are similarities though...
blatant ones...
which explains the separatist
sentiment of the Cornish people...
they are like
the Hindu corp
of the Urdu speaking Welsh...
high Welsh and low Welsh...
nice to know...
thank god i didn't make the brash
etymological decision to
find the long lost cousins
of a shared source
akin to "abstract" words,
like...
gallos-power-gallu...
****!
god?
DUW | WUD
well... god is a universal word,
and it matches...
duw is god in Cornish,
and in Çymru...
as it is also Allah on Malta...
funny as the fact that Malta
and it's Knights Hospitaller
cross of St. John of
1567.
20 ******* years on these isles -
and only now i realize
why the Cornish are separatists...
they're Welsh...
in disguise,
under the guise of a tourist
hot spot that's "nookie":
i.e. Newquay...
come to think of it...
even though i'm living in England...
i interacted more with
the Welsh, the Irish and the Scots...
than i have with the English...
i'm starting to think that...
if i don't make my way to
Yorkshire...
or Newcastle...
then i lived in a country...
where the supposed countrymen
of said name... never existed!
ha!
well, in english you'd never really know
that Cornwall was once part of Wales,
given that Wales, isn't in the name
Cornwall: but that's in English...
in Polonaise?
well... Wales / Walia (that double-u
or rather, the double-v,
since... erm: ωμέγα?)
ergo?
Cornwall / Kornwalia...
probably the most beautiful part of
England you can begin to imagine...
aside...
the current debate over "the pond" in
h'america... tuition fees, student debt...
as much as the h'americans love to gloat
and boast this that and the other...
i'm looking at myself...
i went to university, studied chemistry,
and history...
3rd year? 12 hours per week in
the laboratories...
three tiers of chemistry:
a. physical - i hated physical chemistry,
it's so un-chemical...
too much physics / mathematical
*******, so obviously i was weak at it...
b. inorganic chemistry...
something that mingles with
geology / metallurgy...
eh... so so... it was o.k. and finally
c. organic chemistry...
my strongest route, my faustian dream...
and so much like cooking,
so much so that... well: heston blumenthal...
maybe that's why i love cooking
so much, since it reminds me of
organic chemistry...
anyways, i digress...
back when i studied...
and labour was in power with their:
education, education, education mantra?
that's what was still great
about britain...
the last stand as it were,
****, i still remember tha handing over
of hong kong...
fee, per year? 1,250 quid...
that's it...
student loan, 3,000 quid per year...
i actually did manage to live
on the 3,000 with enough money
spare to do weekend away trips to paris,
stockholm, barcelona etc. - and god:
how i loved to travel alone,
bumping into strangers in hostels...
and the best part?
i don't have to repay my loan until
i earn over 15,000 quid per year...
and since i'm not earning that...
the loan will be annuled after
30 years...
mind you... a really **** year to go
to university and become a british citizen...
since... in scotland... e.u. citizens didn't
pay tuition fees!
hence the massive surge of the polans
circa 2005...
so: america, **** yeah!
but on a night like this,
esp. in the evening prior to the night itself,
there's that surge in electricity in the air...
you're walking to the supermarket
and the most mediocre magic happens...
sonny rollins' blues in your ears
you pass a street lamp and it gets switched
on by the grid...
it's only special because
your're listening to jazz and when you listen
to jazz and promenade...
you might as well be as content as if
walking a yorkshire terrier...
while on the way back, instead of your
usual beer... you buy yourself...
a rowntrees ice lolly...
and you eat that... smirking, feeling
like a badass.
p.s. the best thing i received from
the university wasn't even the degree...
a chance to play squash, mountain climbing
(glen coe was a beau)...
a t-shirt...
since, once i left: a self-teaching discipline.