My brother is sixty today. We grew up in deep countryside in England, in an era that is a different country. We both now live in Scotland, through what has felt for us both like a period of alienation.
But humanity is universal, however expressed. Ich-du is I-Thou even in Gaelic.
France was once divided by language, by how the peoples said “yes”. The land of Oui (pays d’oy) and the land of Oc (pays d’oc).
Yes is yes by any name. So, my exercised up brother Pip, here is a poem for your birthday. From Squeak. X
Pip was the lad,
Sqeak was the boy
hoi and poloi youthfully goy
The Oys became Och’d
But Squeak said to Pip – just enjoy!