Slang of the 1950’s compared with today.
Is our humour becoming less difficult to crack?
Intrepid endeavors.
Do you swear or slang? Yes in my opinion slang is a doing word…. To slang is to substitute the bad words with funny, lighter meanings. This is my definition of slang any road. ..Is it offensive then to slang? Keeping in mind that the person is protecting your feelings when they say you’re a pillock, a nong, a delinquent, a Reginald; though these words may sound big and important they are not nice things to be called. No matter how much they pretty it up for you, a delinquent is nothing to aspire to.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Frankly
eat, read, watch, listen :a regular feature of the quick witted and rather fresh Australian magazine frankie; is an example of good journalism writing.
It is unique in its two-page dedication to entertainment. Most magazines tend to allow a page. frankie’s reviewer goes that one step further and recommends places to eat as well. The style of the writing is friendly and conversational in its judgement. Anything negative is rebutted with something the reviewer did like.
The overall style of the reviews is approachable. (Which is the attitude adopted throughout the mag.) The reviewer does not come across as an expert on films, books or music for that matter. A food authority they are not, they’re just a person who enjoys a good time. This reflects in their writing. Ben Harper’s ‘Both Sides of the Gun’ being “home to his raw blues…funky-soul…political angst…and that damn fine slide guitar” on one side and “a Sunday-arvo affair with power ballads…” suggests a colloquial and youthful approach to critiquing.
It flows nicely because there is none of this “I liked it because…it was cool because of…I liked it when this happened...” It is clear and concise, without giving too much away.
In respect to the film/novel storyline, reviews should give a taste/tit bit of what the story’s about. A line/quote, a scene here and there is fine. But telling what happens ruins it for most.
For instance the film ‘CANDY’; the reviewer doesn’t go into great detail about how the character’s lives unravel nor do they elaborate on the hospital scene which will “leave you feeling absolutely gutted for days.” The intrigue to see this film is created by what the reviewer doesn’t say. The same goes for ‘Live and Become’; the meaning of the title is explained without giving away the whole film. In my opinion a review should outline the story, not tell all. This is why Harry’s magic words cast lasting spell, ‘Waikato Times’ review of the final addition to the Harry Potter series, is an example of not –so- good journalism.
It is unique in its two-page dedication to entertainment. Most magazines tend to allow a page. frankie’s reviewer goes that one step further and recommends places to eat as well. The style of the writing is friendly and conversational in its judgement. Anything negative is rebutted with something the reviewer did like.
The overall style of the reviews is approachable. (Which is the attitude adopted throughout the mag.) The reviewer does not come across as an expert on films, books or music for that matter. A food authority they are not, they’re just a person who enjoys a good time. This reflects in their writing. Ben Harper’s ‘Both Sides of the Gun’ being “home to his raw blues…funky-soul…political angst…and that damn fine slide guitar” on one side and “a Sunday-arvo affair with power ballads…” suggests a colloquial and youthful approach to critiquing.
It flows nicely because there is none of this “I liked it because…it was cool because of…I liked it when this happened...” It is clear and concise, without giving too much away.
In respect to the film/novel storyline, reviews should give a taste/tit bit of what the story’s about. A line/quote, a scene here and there is fine. But telling what happens ruins it for most.
For instance the film ‘CANDY’; the reviewer doesn’t go into great detail about how the character’s lives unravel nor do they elaborate on the hospital scene which will “leave you feeling absolutely gutted for days.” The intrigue to see this film is created by what the reviewer doesn’t say. The same goes for ‘Live and Become’; the meaning of the title is explained without giving away the whole film. In my opinion a review should outline the story, not tell all. This is why Harry’s magic words cast lasting spell, ‘Waikato Times’ review of the final addition to the Harry Potter series, is an example of not –so- good journalism.
Creative Waffle
“What is that, Waves? Under the Sea.”
“No”, Becky gasped while shaking with laughter.
“This is charades Beck; you can’t talk. You look like a bird by the way. Shane, it can’t be under the sea because you just did that.”
“Ha. Oh yeah” Shane’s face riddled with confusion as Becky continued to flip her wrists and arms.
“So we’ve got ‘with’ and ‘the’…what’s a film called something with the something?”
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!”
“You spoke! You’ve ruined the whole game.”
“C’mon, I’m sorry but this is getting boring! There’s no way you would’ve guessed it.” Becky giggled.
“…could’ve played the ‘sounds-like’ card…”
Amidst the teasing no-one noticed the epileptic fit.
He knows my secret.
I wish he did because it’ll destroy me. If he says those horrible words I know a part of me will die. It’s not a matter of if. When he looks one last time, hate burning his eyes, I’ll cry. God, will I cry?! My strength, my being- I'll cry it out. It won’t be just his love he’ll take; but mine too. Our souls will be lost - Gone with the wind.
“No”, Becky gasped while shaking with laughter.
“This is charades Beck; you can’t talk. You look like a bird by the way. Shane, it can’t be under the sea because you just did that.”
“Ha. Oh yeah” Shane’s face riddled with confusion as Becky continued to flip her wrists and arms.
“So we’ve got ‘with’ and ‘the’…what’s a film called something with the something?”
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!”
“You spoke! You’ve ruined the whole game.”
“C’mon, I’m sorry but this is getting boring! There’s no way you would’ve guessed it.” Becky giggled.
“…could’ve played the ‘sounds-like’ card…”
Amidst the teasing no-one noticed the epileptic fit.
He knows my secret.
I wish he did because it’ll destroy me. If he says those horrible words I know a part of me will die. It’s not a matter of if. When he looks one last time, hate burning his eyes, I’ll cry. God, will I cry?! My strength, my being- I'll cry it out. It won’t be just his love he’ll take; but mine too. Our souls will be lost - Gone with the wind.
As Something:
AS HEAVY AS my sleepy eyelids
AS SLOW AS a tired mind
AS DEAD AS the autumn leaves
AS BRISK AS some morning joggers
AS RED AS a pinot noir stained tongueAS HAPPY AS a drag queen in a leotard
Frivolity
So I start a revolution from my bed
Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, summer time’s in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace; take that look from off your face
You aint never gonna burn my heart out – Oasis, ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’
Melt me down
To big black armour
Be no trace of grace just in your honour
Lower me down, culprit sigh you can watch the space in time
For the lead and the dregs in my bed I’ve been sleeping
Lower me down in the end
Secure the ground for the layer parade. – Cat Power, ‘The Greatest’
The night is full of holes
This bullet ripping sky of ink with gold
They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll
They can’t dance at least they know
I can sell the beat, mask them for the check
Girl with crimson nails, there’s Jesus round her neck
Swinging to the music, swinging to the music – U2, ‘Vertigo’
AS SLOW AS a tired mind
AS DEAD AS the autumn leaves
AS BRISK AS some morning joggers
AS RED AS a pinot noir stained tongueAS HAPPY AS a drag queen in a leotard
Frivolity
So I start a revolution from my bed
Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, summer time’s in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace; take that look from off your face
You aint never gonna burn my heart out – Oasis, ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’
Melt me down
To big black armour
Be no trace of grace just in your honour
Lower me down, culprit sigh you can watch the space in time
For the lead and the dregs in my bed I’ve been sleeping
Lower me down in the end
Secure the ground for the layer parade. – Cat Power, ‘The Greatest’
The night is full of holes
This bullet ripping sky of ink with gold
They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll
They can’t dance at least they know
I can sell the beat, mask them for the check
Girl with crimson nails, there’s Jesus round her neck
Swinging to the music, swinging to the music – U2, ‘Vertigo’
The Intrepid are insipid... Hardly
We are our worst critics.
Forget the others, those who know you best… those who know you least.
We are forever questioning what we are by peering inside ourselves.
We try to see what everyone else sees.
Behind all the matter, pulsing heart; expanding lungs, bone and marrow…somewhere far below lies the answer.
No matter how far we delve/deep we go, we never get past the matter.
So we focus on another being. We take what we do know and transfer it to some other. We try to love it and see it from an outside perspective. We build our interests around finding what we like. Then, we spend the rest of that lifetime learning to make sense of it all.
Forget the others, those who know you best… those who know you least.
We are forever questioning what we are by peering inside ourselves.
We try to see what everyone else sees.
Behind all the matter, pulsing heart; expanding lungs, bone and marrow…somewhere far below lies the answer.
No matter how far we delve/deep we go, we never get past the matter.
So we focus on another being. We take what we do know and transfer it to some other. We try to love it and see it from an outside perspective. We build our interests around finding what we like. Then, we spend the rest of that lifetime learning to make sense of it all.
Judgement Days
The thought of taking down all my pictures made me think there would be no way I’d be able to sleep. The walls would be stark white, bare and so telling of my non-existence. Once tomorrow is over.
So I leave them up, delay their removal and busy myself with angst over my reflection in the mirror. A year has past- oh so quick! and yet I am feeling a little sick. I still can’t fathom the face that bares a forced grin, fakes hope and happiness back at me through the rectangular framed glass.
So I leave them up, delay their removal and busy myself with angst over my reflection in the mirror. A year has past- oh so quick! and yet I am feeling a little sick. I still can’t fathom the face that bares a forced grin, fakes hope and happiness back at me through the rectangular framed glass.
Quick Find
The years went by, the young boy grew and, tired of life alone, Made his way from town to town and set off on his own..Following the center line of rural blacktop roads,Seeking aim and purpose; seeking proper moral codes.The road was long and dusty and never seemed to end.And weariness embraced him like an old and faithful friend.He said to all the folks he met from Wichita to Nome,"I'm just a wayward traveler tryin' to find his way back home".Decades passed and sundown brought the twilight of his ride.And on an August evening, he breathed his last and died.The one's he'd touched throughout his years all cried or lodged complaint.Some said he was the devil; some said he was a saint.But then the Voice of God was heard; said, "None of this is true.The man was but a man, you see, and this I say to you:I put him here to pass a test; I put him here to learn;I put him here to light a fire where none had ever burned.Knowledge, love, humility were goals sought every day.And with all these some wisdom to be found along the way.I put him here to seek out love and give it back in kind.I put him here to plant a seed in someone else's mind.
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