09-21-2011, 11:07 PM
The thing with soap operas, ( I Imagine this refers to 'Coronation Street' in partcular because of the reference in a previosu reply to northern dalect and the opening sequence pans over rooftops, backyards and dustbins) is that no matter how boring or miserable ou own lives are, at least we can judge the fictional characters without feeling guilty of mean-ness. They have to concentrate as much drama into the 30 minute episodes as in realiity one would see in a decade. At least, I thought so until I delved into my various communities 
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The poem
Oh dear, oh dear, Barbara's been raped behind the post office.
As we finished our spag bolls, drained china cups and sighed.
The music floating over roofs, in back yards, among dustbins,
which signifies another day with Mrs. Green the landlady,
her gay son still acting butch, his boyfriend, whose sister's a whore,
is a nihilistic song hummed by mermaids on the rocks: -cannot quite figure out the subject of the verb in this rather good line- maybe that is the point, the whole gamut of life running on in a soap is a bit confusing at times, but I feel it is too good a line to leave floating out there.
"No matter what we do, children, nasty men will take our lives,
frame us for crimes we couldn't dream, and happiness is like a thought
half-realised during the night, when even savages must rest."
Mother and child meet at last in the doorway of a pub.
But no relief will be granted. Towards them both two headlights run. 'two headlights run towards them both' may read a little less contrived perhaps? followed by the line 'but no relief will be granted, ' I mean so that it reads 'Two heaslights run towards them both. Not relief will be granted. '
There's always some ludicrous reason for pain.
I liked the final line, it sums up perfectly.
).The poem
Oh dear, oh dear, Barbara's been raped behind the post office.
As we finished our spag bolls, drained china cups and sighed.
The music floating over roofs, in back yards, among dustbins,
which signifies another day with Mrs. Green the landlady,
her gay son still acting butch, his boyfriend, whose sister's a whore,
is a nihilistic song hummed by mermaids on the rocks: -cannot quite figure out the subject of the verb in this rather good line- maybe that is the point, the whole gamut of life running on in a soap is a bit confusing at times, but I feel it is too good a line to leave floating out there.
"No matter what we do, children, nasty men will take our lives,
frame us for crimes we couldn't dream, and happiness is like a thought
half-realised during the night, when even savages must rest."
Mother and child meet at last in the doorway of a pub.
But no relief will be granted. Towards them both two headlights run. 'two headlights run towards them both' may read a little less contrived perhaps? followed by the line 'but no relief will be granted, ' I mean so that it reads 'Two heaslights run towards them both. Not relief will be granted. '
There's always some ludicrous reason for pain.
I liked the final line, it sums up perfectly.