I am writing this with my left hand, although I am strongly right-handed. I had surgery to my right shoulder a month ago and am not permitted, not capable of, use of the right arm at this time. I write slowly, awkwardly -- but more easily, more naturally, with each passing day. I am adapting, learning, all the while -- not merely this left-handed writing, but a dozen other left-handed skills as well: I have become very adept, prehensile, with my toes, to compensate for having one arm in a sling. I was quite off balance for a few days when the arm was first immobilized, but now I walk differently, I have discovered a new balance. I am discovering different patterns, different habits . . . a different identity, one might say, at least in this particular sphere. There must be changes going on with some of the programs and circuits in my brain -- altering synaptic weights and connectivities and signals (though our methods of brain imaging are still too crude to show these).
Oliver Sacks,
An Anthropologist on Mars.
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When you read this, doesn't it feel as though Oliver Sacks were sitting at a table just a few feet away from you, explaining to you what he's thinking in the pauses between setting pen to paper? How does he do that? First, his verb choices focus on the present:
I am writing /
I write slowly /
I am discovering. It feels more like a diary entry than a formal preface to a collection of essays. Second, he employs repair strategies (self-repair, here) that we normally associate with spoken discourse:
not permitted, not capable of, / different patterns, different habits . . . a different identity / I write slowly, awkwardly -- but more easily, more naturally, with each passing day.
Sacks also uses a variety of punctuation marks to slow the rhythm down and separate ideas: parentheses, em-dashes, and ellipses, as though he's actually transcribing himself talking.
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(1)
I am writing this with my left hand,
although I am strongly right-handed.
(2)
I had surgery to my right shoulder a month ago and am not permitted,
not capable of,
use of the right arm at this time.
(3)
I write slowly,
awkwardly --
but more easily,
more naturally,
with each passing day.
(4)
I am adapting,
learning,
all the while --
not merely this left-handed writing,
but a dozen other left-handed skills as well:
I have become very adept,
prehensile,
with my toes,
to compensate for having one arm in a sling.
(5)
I was quite off balance for a few days when the arm was first immobilized,
but now I walk differently,
I have discovered a new balance.
(6)
I am discovering different patterns,
different habits . . .
a different identity,
one might say,
at least in this particular sphere.
(7)
There must be changes going on with some of the programs and circuits in my brain --
altering synaptic weights and connectivities and signals
(though our methods of brain imaging are still too crude to show these).
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Labels: diction, repair strategies, sentence rhythm