sexta-feira, 27 de março de 2020

WORDS





                         

                                                  Words






                          It is very intrestnig to raelize 
                       how do thnigs work whitin our mind...
                       Look at the wrods, for an exmaple.
                       Tehy can tell thgins of any kind.

                       How do we raed, wehre do we start?
                       From the beigninng or from the end?
                       If everthriyng was wirtten wonrg,
                       Wuold we be albe to undsretand?

                       I've learend a lot thgourhout my life,
                       I had surpsries at many times,
                       I've seen impisosbles tihngs happen,
                       Some very stnrage, some otehr fines...

                       But it was hrad to just beleive
                       what I have raed anhoter day...
                       No mettar how the wrods are wirtten,
                       we awlays raed tehm the same way.

                       And, piayng attnetion to waht I said,
                       in many wrods taht you jsut read,
                       only the fsirt and the last letter
                       are in the ordre taht it shulod matter.



   This poem was written in 2004... 
   At that time I've learn that we read a word in its entirety, not only the characters which form them.
   As a matter of fact, I've learned that  when looking at letters, the reader activates a specialized part of the visual system that would coordinate this action with the phonological system he has in his "brain database". As the reader seeks phonological information from print, it puts a kind of "pressure" on the visual system to recognize that information, sending back to the brain as a silent reading or speaking the word.
   I thought it was interesting and wrote the poem...
   In a test, a few days after, I realized that some people would find a few mistakes, not all of them.
   Later, this poem was used in training classes for new nurses of a local hospital, on the town I used to live at, to show them the importance of attention to details...
   In other words, check if the doctor did not leave a scalpel inside the belly he just finished the surgery on.
   Oh!... In that case, don't be afraid to tell him, preferably before the closing stitches are done. And, when you do that, use the right words.



Copyright 2/2020 Eugene Colin


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