Word: pidgin
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...While the !Pelikula speak no English, their pidgin native tongue can occasionally be deciphered with some hard work. For example, after long hours of trying to communicate, I discovered that 'eereslookinatchakid means 'so long,' as does hasdavisdababee. Other phrases, such as Idongivadam, I could not figure...
...Walcott, had little choice in the matter. What poets do with their inheritances means everything. And Walcott's language has evolved from his early, rather stilted imitations of English poets into an instrument of marvelous flexibility: capable of grand, sweeping imagery but also of harsh interruptions and interjections, slang, pidgin and Creole patois and subtle Caribbean syncopations. The combined effect is a verbal radiance, of scenes illuminated by "a moon so bright / you can read palms...
...owner in a Long Island, N.Y., suburb. Pangs of Love, whose darkly humorous tales were written over the past seven years, recounts the adventures of a Chinese-American waiter working in a Japanese sushi bar, an Americanized son who can communicate with his Cantonese-speaking mother only in a pidgin version of her language, and the Chinese invention of baseball. Says Louie: "Asian Americans are still marginalized. I feel I have to write from those margins and tell what the experience is like...
...teak grove. The van with the small U.S. flag on the windshield startles villagers and city folk alike. Americans are a rare species in Viet Nam, and most are mistakenly greeted in Russian by children and adults. But when the reply is "Nyet Lien- So, Mee" (Russian-Vietnamese pidgin for "Not Soviets, Americans"), Vietnamese, especially in the South, do happy double takes. This is in part due to an economy that once benefited mightily from a seemingly endless flow of dollars. "Before, there were many Americans and good tips," says one Saigon bartender who now makes the equivalent...
...handful of survivors who refused to leave their lifeless villages. In Cha, Kumba Ndongabang sat beneath a thatched platform, staring at the two graves where his five wives are now buried. "All my women die," he grieved, his voice rising and falling with the simple rhythms of the native Pidgin English. "If I go, who make home for me? Where I go? Where I find home? Where life...