the thoughts of a drafter trying to make sense or no sense in a drafter's world. #LegislativeDrafting #RLD
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
for Justice V.C.R.A.C. Crabbe
we went out in search of meaning
subjects and predicates guiding us
dangling modifiers sounding our alarm
because we felt that ambiguity
would aid the man with "bad faith"
we wrestled to bring clarity
believing that, though brevity be the soul of wit,
it wasn't the soul of legislative drafting
believing, too, that precision called us
to test our sentences
we shunned all legal mumbo-jumbo
for we believed that English should be plain
herein, heretofore, preceding, aforementioned,
notwithstanding, whatsoever, wheresoever, whosoever,
whomsoever- these we shoveled out of the Statute
because we thought that law should be understood
we remember many times arguing about a comma
for we know that a misplaced comma freed a criminal
or worse, sent an innocent man to jail
our labour is in words
legal subject, legal action,
conditions, cases
we midwife the "legislative intention"
here, we lay our lives bare,
we don't say it
but there are times we have stood still on the road
willing concrete words
our Bills have been denounced by
every Lycurgus and Solon, as warned by Lord Thring,
for being "crude", "undigested measure"
"a monument of ignorance and stupidity"
but this spurs us on
for we believe in the Rule of Law.
28.1.2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
The Praise of Legal Terms
thus i sat at the edge of time
thinking afresh
learning new language with purpose
because language has been lawyer’s greatest pride
here, then, if it pleases this court, is my
honourable submission
galloping in endless razzmatazz
saying in twenty pages
what can be said in a paragraph.
this poem
true to character, is wasted ink on paper
confounding thought, strangling plain reading
swimming in a flood of meaningless and high-sounding
words
calculated, no doubt, to leave the client's mouth
agape
with archaic language that clings to the roof one's
mouth
long after a long day in court
the poem above
delete, delete.
doesn’t it bother you
hauling words chained to a broken statue of
pretence?
does it?
C) Salem Lorot 2015
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