Facts

1. Cherokee is spoken today by about fourteen thousand people in western North Carolina and northeastern Oklahoma.
2. Cherokee became a distinct language about thirty-five hundred years ago.
3. Structurally, Cherokee is a polysynthetic language.
4. Given all possible combinations of affixes, each regular verb can have 21,262 inflected forms.
5. The Cherokee writing system was devised by Sequoyah, the only person in recorded history to accomplish such a task without first being literate in at least one language.
6. Today, the Overhill dialect is maintained by about thirteen thousand people in northeastern Oklahoma. The Middle dialect is now spoken by about seven hundred people on the Qualla Boundary in North Carolina. The Lower dialect is extinct; its last speaker was encountered by the ethnologist James Mooney on the Qualla Boundary in 1888. Another dialect, which shows characteristics of both the Overhill and Middle dialects, is spoken today by about three hundred fifty people in the Snowbird Community near Robbinsville, North Carolina. Cherokee speakers constitute the seventh largest group of speakers of native languages north of Mexico, and in some communities in eastern Oklahoma and western North Carolina, Cherokee is used by speakers of all ages.

http://college.hmco.com/history/readerscomp/naind/html/na_006600_cherokeelang.htm

How!!

Against the common consensus, I am taking Cherokee language courses at college this fall.

I have heard:
1.Why would you take that?
2.Who are you going to talk to?
3.If you take that class, you have to attend at night.
4.Isn’t that a waste of money, you could use that time and money for your degree plan?
5.I don’t understand why you would choose a lost language, You Are SOOO Weird.

Well, I agree with almost all of the reasons why I should take something else, I have asked myself those very questions, especially the night class, but my heart, the heart of a 1\8th Cherokee says Do IT!!
And for all those with #5….
YES
I AM CRAZY
And even
WEIRDER.
If no one thought it would be worth it, they wouldn’t offer Cherokee and Choctaw, and then surely the language would be lost.
I feel I should support it, my gut is that of an adventurer and explorer, so those who know how far off the deep end I can jump, be happy it’s in the seat of a class that makes no sense to you instead of the other side of the world.
With that said

nv-wa-do-hi-ya-dv
(Peace)

Chrerio and up cherokee creek

She new there was a price to pay, and the cost a steep lifetime penance, yet guilt and charity plead its case and the Libran scales they weighed in and a cross balance beam to hell was chosen. Knew she’d be paying and thought it would be sooner, not prepared for it now, damn she could have done it then, her dreams are up for destruction once again, will her survivor mode be enough this time?

New Friend

On my first day of class after many years away from school,
however I struggled to find my way into the arms of my dreams,
I met Pizo.
Worn baggy blue jeans with paint splattered artwork covering with disregard for convention so much of those pants as to be unsure if they really were blue jeans, Hawaiian tourist shirt with the pocket so loaded down with hidden goodies that it seemed the buttons were done askew;
this has been the one of many constants that you can expect from my eccentric artist friend,
he is like that worn blanket that shields you from a world so BIG when you're a tot still clinging for dear life to the comforts of childhood.
His hair remains unkempt, almost hiding the genius twinkle in his rebel soul eyes,
but his fabulous spirit leaves no time to blink before his mouth explodes in quirky and ecclectic conversation.
He is always there in our crowded art department,
gesso'ing huge papers for his brilliant acrylic delights
filling the ears of anyone near with his delightful musings.
A once corporate big wig now gone wild in the field that feeds him and us in return. So, a link to the right will lead you to the world of our Pizo, we love him and will miss him on the days he will share at UTD instead of our Brookhaven retreat. Welcome Pizo!!!

School Day's

I am so in love with college.
I swore if I went back I would focus on courses I wanted to take
Man am I glad I picked art.
I didn't know I was an artist
knew I could write
but writing can bog me down and bring out the blue
and sink me in the dark pits of pain and misery.
Wow art is such an extension of the poet within
and it allows a freedom to be dark without the blue.

Sweet and Sour

My life is like a sweet tart.
Pretty colors
Sugar coated
lemon face
throughout.

Misunderstanding

On my previous post I forgot to add an anonymous signature, since I feel as if I wrote it in its entirety, however that is not the case. Sorry for the misunderstanding.