I love
The vivacity of verbs
The hulk of hard nouns
The ribaldry and racket of the non-standard
The irruption of oddities
The salty tang of sentences
A strange brew of language
Found from ‘Trainspotting’ to ‘A Clockwork Orange’
To the poetry and plays
of C J Dennis.
The vernacular.
I am reading an annoying little novel called ‘To The Lighthouse’.
I am on page 138 and they still haven’t got there — though they talk about it a lot: whether they will or they won’t and on what day they should venture forth? It is always the weather.
Hamlet, if he were written a few hundred years later, would have loved it. He was a ditherer too. There’s even a skull he could have addressed as ‘Alas. Poor Yorick’ though sadly it belonged to a sheep.
I’m getting tired of these people. They need a cattle prod applied to a certain part of their anatomy — though it may be it is not the book for me. I didn’t much like ‘Hamlet’ either.
John Malone 