is the focal point of society. Society assimilates difference and denies what cannot be assimilated. In his novel, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Kundera relies on the word kitsch to describe the force of denial. "Kitsch is a absolute denial of shit" (Kundera 248). Kitsch is an inescapable part of the human condition. Though Nietzsche was not aware of the word, much of his philosophy is a reaction to the concept of kitsch. He wanted to revitalize passion, raw sensation, in hopes that he and
There is a nutria loose in the Enlgish language and it is rapidly devouring words and phrases. The corrosive usage of slang is deteriorating proper, or standard forms of English. What most consider to be a passing fad has been evident for as long as the English language. Change in the grammar and diction of a language is natural, and English is always confronted with changes. However, at some point speech mutated due to a metastratizing principle in which the most annoying words in the language colonize
Chicago was a place for the brave to fight for their freedom. When we came to chicago, we thought, hey, they’ll put up some resistance, but they’ll give us a permit to have our little Yippie! get-together in the park. I mean shit, it’s our right. Mayor Daley, he didn’t give a shit about our “rights” he didn’t want one goddamn hippie in his city, let alone 10,000. He didn’t want chicago to have that reputation, HE didn’t want to have that reputation. Do you know what happened in Chicago? According to
O'Brien describes it syntactically. He is trying to persuade us that all the soldiers knew Jimmy was not guilty, but some soldiers just had to blame it on somebody. " 'Some lieutenant,' Sanders said. 'Camps us in a toilet. Man don't know shit.' 'Nobody knew,' Bowker said. 'Maybe so, maybe not. Ten billion places we could've set up last night, the man picks a latrine.' ...'It wasn't the LT's fault,' Bowker said quietly. 'Whose then?' 'Nobody's. Nobody knew till afterward.' " (180)
have. For instance, I spoke of God, death, and negative things about my friends. I also said a lot of stuff that really made no sense at all. An exact piece of what I recorded myself saying was, “I don’t care. That’s just the way I am. I don’t give a shit. It’s like… I don’t know. Die. Maybe God will. Yeah… maybe. Ha. Butterflies. Stand on walls, do that dance. Yeah… Buddy’s cool. Stop. No. Eva. Duh. She’s… so fucking stupid. Ugh. Drink. Yeah right. Who cares? It’s little.” &...
when she interacts with Walter. On page four of chapter six, Walter walked into his mother’s bedroom while she was entertaining a man. As soon as his mother realizes he is watching she hits him across the face. "You little shit! You know what you cost me, you ugly little shit. I shoulda listened to everybody else! I shoulda had the abortion." (Pg.4, chap.6, panel 6-7) Walter’s mother did’nt hesitate to physically or verbally abuse him. Her first reaction was to punch him in the face. This reflects
minutes. He repeatedly said "if she was to listen". Just like the others she did not want to think about the war, it was in the past. Page 143 makes a clear point that "The town could not talk, and would not listen.. It (the town) did not know shit about shit, and did not care to know". As Bowker continues what seems to be a trip back to what is reality he circles the town lake nearly 13 times. This lake is the life of the town and is very symbolic in itself. On one side of the lake the houses are
Maya Angelou By consistently weaving the theme of motherhood into her literature, Maya Angelou creates both personal narratives and poems that the reader can relate to. Her exploration of this universal theme lends itself to a very large and diverse audience. Throughout Angelou's works, she allows her followers to witness her metamorphosis through different aspects of motherhood. Well-worked themes are always present in Angelou's works- self- acceptance, race
through trials and tribulations, and intelligence and patience will fade as your frustration takes over; but, do not falter. Persevere in your true ways, and light will shine again!" I memorized that as I wrote that down after I woke up. That scared the shit out of me, because I spent that whole day thinking it was, in fact talking about you. I see now, maybe it is.
around the house waiting for the phone to ring, this girl was supposed to come over to your house later, When out of no where came the impending inexplicable urge to take a big ass shit. Thinking it over you know you cant afford to miss the phone call, but also when you got to take a shit you got to take a shit. So taking a shit it is. Your on the toilet doing your business, you guess your about half way through when the phone begins to ring. Well your working on a big clunker right there and you didn’t
but the soldiers are ordered to do their job, just as Lieutenant Jimmy Cross orders the men to stay on the muddy field. Once the men discover that the field is a shit field, it is obvious that the shit field symbolizes the political involvement in the war. The politics of the world start the war, and they order men to go out and fix the shit by fighting one another. When Kiowa begins to sink in the horrible slime, all Bowker can do is watch. This not only signifies the men being drafted into war, but
few hundred feet behind the skeleton bones of the Hale house in a thicket of tall ash trees, fumbling around with the light from a crescent moon above. Or at least Stiles was fumbling, unaided by wolfy prowess and x-ray vision, or whatever bizarro shit they had going on in there. Stiles ripped a few rabbit eared sheets from Wolfsbane and other Practical Herbs and crumpled those before tossing them into the pit, deciding soon after to just drop the entirety of the book on top of it. The number of
of us both was the zooming of passing vehicles. As I licked over my dry lips I recognized the taste of sweat in my mouth, kissing his neck I guessed. As he got up and scooted to ‘his side’ of the van I scratched my head noting that my hair felt like shit. Relaxed hair need not get sweaty; I felt the naps I tried so hard to conceal creeping back into the roots of my follicles. No ‘good’ hair here. His eyes were closed and I could see the moon reflecting light off of his caramel-complexioned skin.
Now all my life, on tv, in school, etc. i always heard the same thing, the thing u hear all throughout this school "the gang life leads nowhere, ull regret it, dont start, and etc." but to hear a lot of the people in my neighborhood talk about the shit theyd done, and to see their tattoos, i always thought it was like the greatest thing. I come from a broken home, i dont know my dad, and my mom is never around, i was basically raised by my brother Giseppi, anyway, i am 19 now, and i joined
candy and stared hauling ass back down the street. “There!” shouted Raymond. “It was that little shit right there.” The bullies immediately gave chase to Timothy, and as Timothy ran away, he would periodically look back to see how far back they were. To Timothy's disappointment they were quickly gaining on him, and he was quickly becoming exhausted. “We're gonna kill you, you little shit!” Timothy heard Alan screaming at him. A stitch developed in Timothy's side, the pain grew rapidly
As David Machin stated in 2010, “lyrics are not only about artists telling stories but also communicating discourses about their identity.” (Machin D, 2010: 78) indeed, the lyrics of a song play an important role in connecting with people and providing people with reflexive identities, when people listen to the music, the linguistic meaning offers the audience with better representation of the music and creates more emotional connection between the singers and the audiences. Also, as different music
Teachers Role in Reporting Suspected Child Abuse The maltreatment and neglect of children and youth has increasingly come to be perceived as a social blight. As with most social problems, child abuse influences our school systems. Children that are being emotionally, physically and sexually abused often use school as a cop out. These children spend around thirty hours a week in a safe, enjoyable and carefree environment, however within these thirty hours teachers must be taking the time to make
the streets have opened my eyes to see. says: i wona eat it Cause the streets have opened my eyes to see. says: then fuk its little hole Hot Stuff says: you're from New Zealand.. cool.. Cause the streets have opened my eyes to see. says: no, its a shit country Hot Stuff says: hey, that is not funny to say that about my daughter Cause the streets have opened my eyes to see. says: i wona move to japan Cause the streets have opened my eyes to see. says: im sory my dad abuses me Peter says: can we dress
eradicate the spot. Douglas got married last 2005 to a girl from Manila. God allowed it to happen even if He knows that Douglas would surely cry if he knew how much I have treasured him in my heart for more than a decade! I can’t help but think of “shit” when I think of how much I wasted this special spot, special place in my heart crap. I wince every time I accidentally think of the fact that he is married without even acknowledging just an hour of my decade long devotion. I can’t help but think
replaced by young men who experience not glory or bravery, but fear, horror, and a personal sense of shame. As mythic courage clashes with the modern's experience of it, a battle is waged in THINGS that isn't confined to the rice-patties, jungles, and shit-fields of Vietnam. Carrying more than the typical soldier's wares, O'Brien's narrator is armed with an arsenal of feelings and words that slash away at an invisible enemy that is the myth of courage, on an invisible battlefield that is the Vietnam