Television is no great teacher or show stopper, but an evil machine, an evil mind-numbing machine.
Television In the world we are living in today there are a great many people who will tell you televisions are an amazing teaching tool, or that they bring quality entertainment to millions of people around the world. This is quite simply a lie. Television is no 'great teacher' or 'show stopper', but an evil machine, an evil mind-numbing machine. You only need to look at the effects that Logi-biards contraption has on people, to see what I mean. They sit in front of trashy soap operas, with their far-fetched storylines and sub standard acting, stuffing junk food into their faces. These 'Tele-Addicts' will, with no hesitation, watch hours upon hours of programmes, wasting evening after evening in front of their 'goggle boxes'. From the very first moment they turn on their televisions, they turn off their brains and become transfixed on the screen. They begin to plan their lives around the television schedule; the T.V Guide has become their bible. If you observe someone watching television it's easy to see that they have turned off their body and minds except for their hands. Their hands are now on autopilot used on the odd occasion to operate the remote or stuff junk food in to their faces. You could set off a bomb in the same room with them and I doubt they'd notice, as long as it doesn't interrupt the programme they were staring at they couldn't care. There are
Film Reveiew - American Beauty
I chose this film due to its difference to conventional filmmaking, as instead of glorifying the main characters, the area and plot, it shows fault and illustrates the main characters as sad and unhappy. I chose to do this review on the opening minutes of the film describing in detail the camera shots and plot, as it would seem to the viewer watching for the first time. The opening scene is a medium shot of the main character's daughter lying on a bed talking. The screen is fuzzy, to give the impression of looking through a video camera. The daughter is talking to someone behind the camera, giving the impression of talking to the viewer or audience. She is talking about how much she dislikes and hates her father (Lester, the main character). This gives the impression of watching a personal film and the viewer is involved, as it appears at first that the character is talking to the audience until the hidden person filming speaks. The scene ends when the character behind the camera offers to kill the girl's father. The screen goes blank and the film title appears in medium red print on a black background, central to the screen. This sudden change from shot is to represent the plot to end a life, as the transition to a blank black screen. The next shot after the title is a top shot of a typical suburban American street on a slow zoom in towards the road. There is a narrative,
Compare 'Old Father' and 'Island Man'
Text from Other Cultures Text 1, 'Old Father' written by Hugh Boatswain is a narrative poem, it tells the story of a man who come from the Caribbean to come live in England in 1959. The man stays in England for quite a while and he begins to change his identity, for example he starts by wearing bright cloths, straightening his hair, driving a white car, walking about with blond women and going to the pub with white men. At the pub he also makes fun of his own people and eventually starts to ignore them, he also stops eating traditional Caribbean food such as dasheen, yam and saltfish. Text 2, 'Island Man' written by Grace Nichols is a different kind of poem, it does not tell a story, just a series of images. Each stanza in the poem describes a collection of different images. Island Man is a poem about a Caribbean man who lives in London. In the first stanza the man wakes up in his bed, dreaming about the beaches and blue waves of the Caribbean. In the second stanza the man is also thinking about the Caribbean and the wild sea birds and the fishermen pushing their boats out to sea. I feel that the reason why the Caribbean man is thinking about the Caribbean is to escape the smell and grime of a London morning. In the third and fourth stanzas Grace Nichols uses a lot of colourful, vivid descriptions. Contrasts are dramatic: the grey and dull skies of London to the yellow sandy
There was no news that a hurricane was coming our way, and also where we live hurricanes
Clash with the hurricane Chapter 1 I woke up early morning and turned on the TV. I could not see anything clearly because I did not have my glasses on. Only red flashing lights from the TV appeared in my eyes. I got up and went and put on my glasses. The red flashing lights that were coming from the TV now made sense to me. 'BREAKING NEWS' I used the remote controller and went and put up the volume. 'Indestructible hurricane has blown over the Big Ben' I could not believe what I was hearing. 'The hurricane has taken over 230 lives and still has not finished its quest for destruction. The hurricane is now appearing to be heading for North Surrey' the news reporter man reported. 'God, I live in North Surrey' I thought to myself. I began to be frightened and scared.The pictures that are being shown on TV are horrendous and horrific. Men and women are laid on the floor covered in blood, helplessly. Trees have been battered to the ground. Cars have been toppled over. House windows and doors has been smashed open. Buildings have been left completely damaged. The cry of
Poetry Coursework
How are the relationships between men and women represented in "My Last Duchess", "First Love" and "How do I love thee"? The poems "My Last Duchess" (1842), by Robert Browning, "First Love", (1821), by John Clare and "How do I love thee" (1850), by Elizabeth Barrett Browning are all concerned with the relationships between men and women. These poems all portray the relationships in different ways and present love and the consequences falling in love has, in different ways. In the first poem "My Last Duchess", the Duke is in control as he is a very proud man. The Duke is very confident and this makes him arrogant. The relationship in this poem is portrayed as unequal and it is dominated by pride and not love. The Duke speaks very formally, this links with his power and pride; he also doesn't show any emotion in his words. In the second poem "First Love", the woman is in control and the man is broken hearted because his first love is over, and it has not been sustained. It is unrequited love because of this the relationship is ambiguous. The poem "How do I love thee" presents a positive relationship. The woman reinforces how much she loves him, and nothing can get in the way. It is written in the form of a sonnet, which is a traditional form of love poems. "My Last Duchess" begins with the speaker showing off the portrait of the Duchess. "That's my last Duchess painted on
Creative Writing Coursework : FATe
Creative Writing Coursework : FATe A sharp, bitten October wind disturbing the sunset coloured autumn leaves on the distraught ground, making a persistent sound in his ear. It was one of those indescribable determined winds, which blows in all directions. "What a beautiful view" Dirk pondered to himself. It was such a great feeling to see his house getting closer as he clambered across the road, getting excited at the prospect of placing his key in his front door. Hearing the comforting mechanic sounds of the key turning in the lock as the farmhouse door opened. For one moment Dirk slipped into a state of solitude and complete Karma his neck muscles relaxed so much his head slumped towards the ground. His eyes closed tightly, unwilling to see his head crash into the street, praying that the pain would not last long, if at all. His eyes were jerked open by the fact that his chin had just slammed into the ground. Pulsated pains shot though his upper body making him realise that he would not be allowed to die that easily. He would have to make more of an effort than just allowing his neck muscles to relax. Dirk focused solely on the street and actually began to admire it. He began to personally conclude the splendour of the footpath; it's the simple things in life that you notice. "Funny," thinking to himself. "People drive up and down this street every day and don't even
When I grow up I want to be...
When I grow up I want to be... "Is being 14 the age to think about your future?" That's all I said to my mum while we were arguing. I mean being14 means enjoying being a teenager. But if you have parents stuck to your back then maybe thinking about the future is the only thing you can do! Now looking at my mum is an example. Her parents wanted her to be a doctor but she couldn't and now she's on my back to be a doctor. I don't really see why parents get on your nerves. I told them I want to be an air hostess, they said no. A pilot and they said no. A doctor...YES! But being a doctor doesn't really inspire me. I remember when I was a kid; I loved playing doctor and patient. I was always the doctor. But things have changed. I mean having to do the same thing as you did since you were a kid isn't what I call life. Look at my dad now, he hated being a doctor and now he's one of the best cardiologist you will find (by the way a cardiologist is a heart specialist). I want a job where I will have a good reputation, help the community, have some respect and be intelligent. Being a doctor gives you all that but something tells me there are a lot of things out there for me, I ant to catch them and be just like them. Have a dream job. Kids have always inspired me. I really love them and can't see them in pain. I thought of being a school nurse or working in a nursery would be
A case of revenge - Adam's heart ranked with bitterness. He suspected who the Criminal was, but he needed evidence and now he got one.
Adam's heart ranked with bitterness. He suspected who the Criminal was, but he needed evidence and now he got one. Going through the last pages of his mothers diary Adam uncovered the truth. " it is him" he said, biting his lower lip till he tasted his own blood , "he was cheating on my mother" and when she found out and insisted on divorce he could not do that, everyone in the village would hear about it, people will ask questions. Divorce is scandalous and damaging in Bongo village. "If he could not manage his own family," The people would say, "how can he be trusted with the village?" Every thing was as clear as break of day for Adam. So he decide to take the law in to his own hands, and after all revenging for your mother is justice in the face of the law. Adam glanced at the diary one last time tucked it under his pants and disappeared in to the night. In the overgrown bush beside the narrow path that leads to the small mosque, Adam sat uneasily in the midst of pitch darkness. He was getting impatient as he sat listening to the sound of water hitting the rocks behind him as they raced down stream. In this tense moment of waiting Adam knew the consequence of what he was about to do, he could picture the villagers gathering at the backyard of the court tomorrow applauding him for his bravery and noble act. He smiled. Adam listened to the sound of footsteps coming
Youth is wasted on the Young Debate
YOUTH IS WASTED ON THE YOUNG PERSUASIVE SPEECH: NEGATIVE 'Youth is a gift of nature, but age is a work of art.' (Stanislaw Lec) Is youth really wasted on the young - or is this proverb inspired by a desperation to be young again? Heard from all around the world, this short, blunt statement is aimed not just to criticize but also to express regret, sorrow and disappointment. It is muttered from the street corners as one more youth is seen with that distant look in their eyes, head bent, playing on the latest gadget. They walk mindlessly to a destination not known to them. Their concentration is unwavering, their eyes rarely blinking. If only they were like this in school! Another person walks past and, seeing the youth, utters the line heard so often now, 'Youth is wasted on the young.' Those critics forget the learning, the experiences and the opportunities they neglected or misused in their youth so that they are living the life they do now. Perhaps the older members look at the life and energy possessed by the youths and enviously wish for even the smallest fraction of that energy? They grow irritated at their physical limitations for inside their slowly decaying bodies lie sharp minds, eager once more for the excitement of youth and the freedom the young have. They want to experience the wonder and constant surprises. They want to experience the learning and
Creative Writing Coursework-Option 2
Creative Writing Coursework-Option 2 I can still remember my joyful life with my granddad. Keeping in mind, the way he used to laugh, his big broad smile, the smell of his perfume, which he left everywhere he went. The way he used to put his family first in everything he did, not forgetting his love for the relations. However, none of those incidents will physically take place now. My blissful times with him have ended. I hate to think about him gone forever. It is upsetting. Nevertheless, he'll never be forgotten. I will bear in mind everything about him, always, but there is one certain thing, which will always stay with my most significant memories. The day he died... Minute after minute the phone continued ringing in both rooms whilst people young and old, paid their mourning respects. The room was in utter silence, it sounded like the phone was demanding someone pick it up. It was becoming very irritating for most of us. I could see the anger rising up in my uncle, since he possesses an extremely short temper. His main aim was, clearing the furniture out of the front and living room. The entire dining room looked gloomy and dismal; usually the light would have been beaming in through the glass doors, as bright as a hot summer's day. We had unfurnished the span of two rooms, except for the vast, ashen, u-shaped sofas in both rooms that could not get through the doors,
