Did any of you see today’s article in the 2nd section of The Guardian cleverly called “The End of the Line”?  An argument seems to have erupted about the the semicolon — not only how to use it, which is difficult enough, but its continued existence, which is astonishing.  It’s astonishing to me because I’m always shocked and amazed when confronted with the fact that there are enough people out there who actually share some of my most obscure concerns.  When everyone seems to be worrying about Barack or Hillary, or who will win the next season of The Apprentice, it makes my heart sing to know that the world is so big that there are enough of us to actually create such a debate.

The article claims that, in these days of “short, punchy,uncomplicated sentences, it is widely rumoured, the rare subtlety and infinite elegance of a good semicolon are surplus to requirements”.  “Surplus to requirements”?  Never! And even more, it quotes the French satirist Francois Cavanna as claiming that the point-virgule is “a parasite, a timid, fainthearted, insipid thing, denoting merely uncertainty, a lack of audacity, a fuzziness of
 thought”.  This gets better and better.  This debate not only allows us to argue the merits of punctuation, but even to pursue what is truthfully our most favourite pastime of all — moaning about the French!
Various heavyweight authors were asked their opinion:  
          FOR AGAINST UNDECIDED
Beryl Bainbridge Kurt Vonnegut Diana Athill
Jeanette Winterson George Orwell Zoe Heller
Will Self Gertrude Stein Irvine Welsh
Of course, I must contribute to the debate.  Unsurprisingly to some of you, I am FOR.  I love the humble little semicolon even though I don’t use it very often; maybe because I don’t use it very often.  But I know I have it in my bag of tricks, like that expensive pair of running shoes which I know will grip me to the ground on a steep run, or that tucked away jar of cardamon I can use to add some surprise zest. 
 
Language is difficult.  It has to be because human thought, at its best, is complicated. Sometimes we’re not completely sure of what we think and we need to stop, take a breath and allow our minds to find that seemingly unrelated thought that actually clarifies it all.   Only a semicolon can do that for us. It forces us to slow down.  It reminds us to breathe. And because it is so sparingly used, its point is sharper, its curve more sensuous.
Any thoughts?  Go on.  Open up.  Let yourself care. 
PS  By the way, last night’s performance of Dreams of May at The Poetry Cafe was triumphant.  I’m still smiling from it.