WORD RANT Some time ago I wrote a poem called Jargon it went like this:
We speak jargonese with a consummate ease
that has to be heard to be disbelieved
we witter away but what do we say ?
At this moment in time and basically too
we try to convey new concepts to you
dressed up in a blanket of complex verbiage
concealed from the mind,
Why do we do it ? we really don’t know
It makes us feel smart in an idiot show ….
I never finished it but it won a prize anyway & it was brought to mind today on Facebook when a friend commented that the word Mindfulness seems to be the word of the moment. I agree though my most recent pet hate is: Awesome. So splendid descriptive words appear (or, rather not appear ) to have become redundant. Our language is littered with many superb words denoting astonishing, fabulous, wonderful, all gone in a rush to awesomise every damn thing.
I expect I am a crusty old thing but I love words in all their infinite variety - the more the better I would have thought. But no! Basically, my previous & remaining hated word has lost any – limited, meaning it ever did have, and why have problems become issues? Issue is a coming out from a result a birth even – so how did problem – a perfectly sensible word become redundant in favour of Issue? I suspect that it all began with huge forms from government office for us to read are the fount of such absurdities. I reckon that there are people – bored to death by writing this stuff think up absurd words to confuse us. I hope I am not alone in my pedantry. But felt that I must express my opinion or get an issue in my spleen!! Splenetically yours!
Floozie ( which is misspelled due to typos on my part.)
I have been muttering about my experience with my chosen roofer for weeks and now I shall relate the story in full: I appealed on Facebook and to friends for the name of a reliable and honest roofer, a couple of names came up but then a woman who I like told me about this excellent bloke who had worked with her father and was a very nice man – kind of super – roofer ! I had spoken to another roofer who I now cancelled and put my roof in the alleged capable hands of Phil – roofer extraordinaire.
I always listen to ‘Sunday’ at 7.10 a.m on radio 4 (my aural safety blanket) and usually turn the radio on earlier and listen to a person herding sheep in the north of England, or dairy farming in the West country. And my rural self makes a brief but fervent appearance – only in my mind of course. I think ‘Ah that’s the life close to the earth in touch with reality’. And I straighten up from my computer and do a couple of exercises in preparation for my rural being. I feel sentimental about sheep – even though my only experience of them was very smelly indeed and they seemed cumbersome beasts with little charm or sense – I remember not caring for the bullying tactics of the sheep dog either so perhaps I was having bad day.
Robert Elms, during my interview with him last week asked why I had written my novel ‘A Blues for Shindig’. I told him that in part it was because of a remark that Colin McInnes made in his ‘City of Spades’ when he referred to the women who associated with black men as ‘Silly white girls’ the remark offended me(and while I quite understand that we were of no interest to him, to dismiss us all was a tad harsh)but it certainly was not the only reason I wrote my novel. Much of the book is centred in Soho, where I worked in a sleazy club, and though I have read a lot of books about Soho they all appear to have been written about a Soho that was inhabited almost exclusively by white middle class men with artistic aspirations who led a bohemian life.
Mo was interviewed as part of the ‘Whose London’ on Soho on Robert Elms’ show, on the 4th February 2014.
The interview starts at 1:34:00 into the show (9 mins long), which you can jump to by clicking on the time bar whilst it’s playing.
Click here, to listen to on BBC London’s website.
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