Wednesday, August 10, 2016
I'm a poet and I know it.
Friday, October 07, 2011
Album review: CINDERELLA EYES (Nicola Roberts)
Grade: A
Friday, January 07, 2011
My favourite Girls Aloud lyrics
2010
Gone are the days of magic. Those times were cool - Rollin' Back the Rivers in Time
I dont believe in Romeos, or heros any more - Life Got Cold
It really doesn't phase me how you spend your time - Call the Shots
Was it just the margaritas, or are you lookin' at me? - Wake Me Up
Now just when things are going groovy
I see the rain clouds coming in
Wham-bam my life's a disaster movie- Deadlines & Diets
One little slip and I hit rock bottom/Life is waiting but I'm not stoppin' no - Girl Overboard
Boy did you ever think that lovin' would be nothing more than walking me home? No No - Sexy! No No No...
But then my face turned pink cos/I believed him when he said he'd call - Real Life
Hey, what you got to hide? I get angry too, well I'm a lot like you - I'll Stand By You
When you’re standing at the crossroads, And don’t know which path to choose - I'll Stand By You
My Aladdin's lamp is down and I gotta fear, ooh baby right here - The Promise
Heart aches, God, it nearly breaks it/Ciao, I'm waiting for your call - Singapore
I can't speak french, so I'll let the funky music do the talking, talking - Can't Speak French
I got my hands already to touch your soul, gonna get the energy to wire me close to you, got my eyes on the prize I see - The Promise
From top to bottom I'm a woman sunshine - Sexy! No No No
Pretty soon shit will happen what a wonderful world - Androgynous Girls
Girls Aloud are never not relevant. Love 'em.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Top 10 Girls Aloud song lyrics that I connect to.
Oh, would you look at that, nearly all of them relate to love, and the pangs of disappointed love. Typical Bung!
Friday, October 01, 2010
Bung’s 10 Favourite Girls Aloud songs.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
*giggles*
Anyway, the sentiment's there, I just don't think I should have introduced rhyme. It sounds funny. And the last sentence is a blatant steal from the Fargo tagline!
Tired and hungry,
Dying for food.
My brother is crying,
In a gloomy mood.
I cry for help,
They don’t understand.
I’m speaking another language,
They don’t lend their hand.
I steal some scraps.
It’s nowhere near enough.
But I am used to it now,
Living this life rough.
I’m lost in this planet,
On the run from the law.
I can’t find a home,
Living this poor.
My parents are missing,
I miss them a lot.
My heart feels like stone.
My legs tied in a knot.
But yet I keep on running,
Never looking behind.
Just me and my brother,
And my cunning and my mind.
I escaped at a young age,
I was forced to run away.
I would have been murdered,
Had I chosen to stay?
I’m now at a new place.
Somewhere I haven’t already been.
But I must be careful,
I cannot be seen.
Each road is an option,
Which way do I lead?
Will I end up in circles?
What are these signs that I can’t read?
When I entered this new country,
I thought we’d be safe.
But there are problems, here too;
They guide us away.
So I cross the border,
Wondering what this new area will bring.
A lot can happen
In the middle of nothing.
Friday, April 18, 2008
How effectively do “Porphyria’s Lover,” “My Last Duchess” and “The Bishop Orders his Tomb at Saint Praxed’s Church” convey character?
Monday, October 22, 2007
Grumpy Autumn Evening Corner: Slough by John Betjeman.
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!
Come, bombs and blow to smithereens
Those air -conditioned, bright canteens,
Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans,
Tinned minds, tinned breath.
Mess up the mess they call a town-
A house for ninety-seven down
And once a week a half a crown
For twenty years.
And get that man with double chin
Who'll always cheat and always win,
Who washes his repulsive skin
In women's tears:
And smash his desk of polished oak
And smash his hands so used to stroke
And stop his boring dirty joke
And make him yell.
But spare the bald young clerks who add
The profits of the stinking cad;
It's not their fault that they are mad,
They've tasted Hell.
It's not their fault they do not know
The birdsong from the radio,
It's not their fault they often go
To Maidenhead
And talk of sport and makes of cars
In various bogus-Tudor bars
And daren't look up and see the stars
But belch instead.
In labour-saving homes, with care
Their wives frizz out peroxide hair
And dry it in synthetic air
And paint their nails.
Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
To get it ready for the plough.
The cabbages are coming now;
The earth exhales.
· Slough, one of Betjeman’s most cutting poems, was published in 1937 in the collected works Continual Dew. Slough was becoming increasingly industrial and some housing conditions were very cramped. In willing the destruction of Slough, Betjeman urges the bombs to pick out the vulgar profiteers but to spare the bald young clerks. However, on the centenary of the poet's birth, Betjeman’s daughter apologised for the poem. Candida Lycett-Green said her father "regretted having ever written it". During her visit, Ms Lycett-Green presented Mayor of Slough David MacIsaac with a book of her father's poems. In it was written: "We love Slough"
· Slough is written in the conventional quatrain scheme, with rhyme pattern of AAAB. Betjeman’s usage of three rhymes in each stanza adds an ironic lyrical quality to a poem describing a place as “Hell” and the shorter fourth line of each stanza acts as a conclusion of the quatrain. These are shorter, using hard words such as “belch” and “yell” to add impact. Slough is divided into ten stanzas, showing there is plenty of information to convey about this area.
· Whereas many of Betjeman’s poems are about his love of topography, Slough expresses his hatred of this area. This is apparent from the beginning, where he asks for “friendly bombs, come fall on Slough.” The juxtaposition of “friendly” and “bombs” are ironic, and paint a Hellish image, of the area, and this is sustained with words like “Death”, “mess” and “Hell.” Furthermore, the imagery of the poem is violent and horrific, “They’ve tasted Hell”, and “dry it in the synthetic air”, further adding to the negativity of Slough.
· War imagery is rife, from the repetition of “tinned”: “tinned fruit, tinned milk, tinned bins”, which creates the image of rationing and constriction. Betjeman then personifies this with “tinned minds, tinned breath”, implying that it is not just the area that is bad, but the people too. His social satire continues when he mentions “that man with the double chin” and “the bald young clerks”, further continuing the “repulsive” description of Slough. The people, like the place, are conveyed violently, with repetitions of “smash”.
· However, Betjeman does not just satirise the appearances of these people, but also their personalities. They tell “boring dirty jokes” and are by his description “mad”, showing that the terrible state of Slough reflects in its residents, and that “it isn’t fit for humans now.” He describes the residents as uncultured, “It’s not their fault they do not know the birdsong from the radio”, and uses vulgar words to reflect the vulgarity of their actions, “belch” and even implies misogyny, “Who washes his repulsive skin in women’s tears.” Furthermore, Betjeman offers sarcastic sympathy to the “cheats” by repetition of the phrase “It’s not their fault”, which suggest the opposite, and that his derogatory comments to the people are deserved.
· Many of the key words and phrases in Slough deal with the superficial, which could be used to convey his dislike of change. He describes the banal actions with derision, “with care/Their wives frizz out peroxide” and “bogus Tudor bars”, which, relating to “tinned minds”, show the people’s inability to appreciate the better aspects of life. Instead of “see the stars”, they “belch.”
· The final stanza repeats the first line of the poem to accentuate the awfulness of it. When the last line, “the earth exhales” is completed, the reader feels the full sense of the “Hell” and repulsion that has been apparent throughout.
Sigh. I miss English Literature.
Monday, October 01, 2007
A critical analysis of Slough by John Betjeman
Slough is written in the conventional quatrain scheme, with rhyme pattern of AAAB. Betjeman’s usage of three rhymes in each stanza adds an ironic lyrical quality to a poem describing a place as “Hell” and the shorter fourth line of each stanza acts as a conclusion of the quatrain. These are shorter, using hard words such as “belch” and “yell” to add impact. Slough is divided into ten stanzas, showing there is plenty of information to convey about this area. The poem has a regular form, reflecting Betjeman’s decisiveness and determination to have the place blown to “smithereens”.
Whereas many of Betjeman’s poems are about his love of topography, Slough expresses his hatred of this area. This is apparent from the beginning, where he asks for “friendly bombs, come fall on Slough.” The juxtaposition of “friendly” and “bombs” are ironic, and paint a Hellish image, of the area, and this is sustained with words like “Death”, “mess” and “Hell.” Furthermore, the imagery of the poem is violent and horrific, “They’ve tasted Hell”, and “dry it in the synthetic air”, further adding to the negativity of Slough.
War imagery is rife, from the repetition of “tinned”: “tinned fruit, tinned milk, tinned bins”, which creates the image of rationing and constriction. Betjeman then personifies this with “tinned minds, tinned breath”, implying that it is not just the area that is bad, but the people too. His social satire continues when he mentions “that man with the double chin” and “the bald young clerks”, further continuing the “repulsive” description of Slough. The people, like the place, are conveyed violently, with repetitions of “smash”.
However, Betjeman does not just satirise the appearances of these people, but also their personalities. They tell “boring dirty jokes” and are by his description “mad”, showing that the terrible state of Slough reflects in its residents, and that “it isn’t fit for humans now.” He describes the residents as uncultured, “It’s not their fault they do not know the birdsong from the radio”, and uses vulgar words to reflect the vulgarity of their actions, “belch” and even implies misogyny, “Who washes his repulsive skin in women’s tears.” Furthermore, Betjeman offers sarcastic sympathy to the “cheats” by repetition of the phrase “It’s not their fault”, which suggest the opposite, and that his derogatory comments to the people are deserved.
Many of the key words and phrases in Slough deal with the superficial, which could be used to convey his dislike of change. He describes the banal actions with derision, “with care/Their wives frizz out peroxide” and “bogus Tudor bars”, which, relating to “tinned minds”, show the people’s inability to appreciate the better aspects of life. Instead of “see the stars”, they “belch.”
Interestingly for Betjeman, there are no contrasts in tones of the poem, with only a hateful voice used throughout, which adds to how strongly Betjeman’s hatred of the place is. However, there are contrasts in scope. Whereas the first and last stanzas represent the macrocosm of Slough, speaking of it generally, the rest of the poem looks at individual examples. By doing this, Betjeman adds to the idea that all of Slough is “dirty” and that there are no redeeming qualities to it,
Although Betjeman never once explicitly says that he despises Slough, it is still apparent that he does, through many of his descriptions and anecdotes, as well as calling for a bomb to “blow to smithereens” the area. The usage of this colloquial word suggest that he does not have enough of an opinion of Slough to use a better word.
The final stanza repeats the first line of the poem to accentuate the awfulness of it. It ends with a note of calmness, as if Betjeman has imagined the bomb to have gone off. When the last line, “the earth exhales” is completed, the reader feels the full sense of the “Hell” and repulsion that has been apparent throughout.
--
If you found this interesting and would like access to my other GCSE and A-level English lit essays, email me at lemon_and_lime7@hotmail.com












