Using slang gives us the ability to define our language, and in turn to define our culture. All my life I’ve been taught that proper speech and grammar are the only acceptable forms of communication. Even contractions were frowned upon in my papers. Grateful for the proper training in the art of grammar, but in search of a new art; I now branch out into the world of the vernacular, slang, street talk, patois, fuzzwords, jargon, and lingo. Clear communication is key, and it is definitely an art. However, the method by which we express our inner thoughts and desires is developing. I’m here to celebrate slanguage, and its artistic creativity.
We will explore slang from around the country, particularly poetry written in the vernacular, and go after whatever you might suggest. Contributions are not only welcome, but necessary for survival. Let’s critique slang, and decide whether it lives or dies.
In the words of Raymond Chandler:
“I’ve found that there are only two kinds (slang) that are any good: slang that has established itself in the language, and slang that you make up yourself. Everything else is apt to be passé before it gets into print.”
