“I Hate Correcting Somebody, But Someone Has To.”

I got an email from John Tranter about my latest “Why Do You Write Poetry?” post on The Blue Corner.

From: John Tranter
To: me
Subject: Innumerate… and what it means.

Dear Adam,

I hate correcting somebody, but someone has to.

You write: “They answer in innumerate ways, as poets are wont to do.” I felt there was something wrong with that “innumerate”… it seemed related to “illiterate”. So I checked with a dictionary:

Innumerate: “Without a basic knowledge of mathematics and arithmetic”

You probably meant “Innumerable”: “Numerous, too many to be counted.”

John Tranter

Thanks to John.

I’ve contacted The Blue Corner and we’ll have things fixed up soon.

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2 comments on ““I Hate Correcting Somebody, But Someone Has To.”
  1. Ah well, as a poet, you’ve got to be happy John Tranter is reading you so closely!

  2. […] of this world and ask them why they do the thing they do that makes them poets. They answer in innumerable (thanks to John Tranter for picking up the misuse of “innumerate”) ways, as poets are […]

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