by hilzoy
Kieran Healy found this horrendously mixed-up metaphor:
“France began this tournament saddled with worries about the ageing legs at the heart of their team, but they have changed their tune. Allez les vieux. The capacity to inspire beats on inside Zidane.”
Yeeeaaaaarrghhh!!
And that seems to have been written by someone who works for an actual newspaper. A decent one. In the UK. Sheesh.
Healy goes on to cite Orwell (“the fascist octopus has sung its swan song.”) How predictable. How banal. Why not go for the gold and present some truly dreadful writing, which, unlike Orwell, was actually written in earnest? Something like, oh, I don’t know, this:
“Project WEY–Washington Environmental Yard (1972) is a manifestation of the intercommunal, process-oriented, interage, interdisciplinary type of change vehicle toward an environmental ethic from the school-village level to a pan-perspective. The urban focus of the project as the medium has been inestimably vital since it is generally speaking the message. Situated near the central downtown area of the city of Berkeley and a mere block from civic center, Washington Elementary School courts the thousands of daily onlookers/passersby (20,000 autos!) traveling on a busy boulevard with easy access to the physical transformation and social interactions (at a distance to close-up)–a virtual open space laboratory. It has served evocatively as a catalyst for values confrontation, even through a soft mode of visual/physical data exchange system. Since 1971, the dramatic changes have represented a process tool for the development of environmental/educational value encounters on-site/off-site, indoors/outdoors and numerous other bipolar entities and dyads. The clients represent a mirror of the macro-world just as the children and parents of the school reflect more than thirty different ethnic groups–as one of numerous dimensions of diversity.”
Richard Mitchell, who rescued this little gem from the oblivion it so richly deserved, comments as follows:
“It is difficult to comment on this writing, and dangerous as well, since too much attention to this sort of thing may well overthrow the mind. The earlier passage is at least decipherable, but this is a form of contemporary glossolalia and not to be grasped by the reason alone. It requires the gift of faith as well.
We do see, at least, what it’s all about. It’s about a change vehicle, of course, a change vehicle toward an ethic. We know also that the focus has been vital, inestimably vital, in fact, so we need not expect that there will be any attempt to estimate the degree of the focus’s vitality. That’s good. We don’t know for sure, of course, but we can reasonably guess, since the school courts all those onlookers/passersby in their 20,000 autos when they ought to be paying attention to their driving, that the busy boulevard is probably strewn with tangled wreckage and the dead and bleeding bodies of motorists. The carnage, apparently, serves as a virtual open-space laboratory of social interactions resulting in physical transformations. What could be clearer?
We know that some “it” or other — the school? the project? — has itself served, and evocatively at that, as a catalyst for values confrontation, “even” through a soft mode, which makes it clear that it is unusual for something to serve evocatively as a catalyst through a soft mode, but that this something has nevertheless managed to do so and thus deserves generous funding. We see that changes have somehow represented a tool, a tool for the development of all sorts of doubled-up things, including certain unspecified but surely numerous and important “bipolar entities and dyads.” (Here we must be careful not to commit some sacrilege; bipolar entities might be some kind of powerful spirits, and those dyads might be something like those dynamite chicks that lurk in trees.) And, just as changes have represented a tool, the clients have represented a mirror. There. That gives us a process-oriented pan-perspective.”
Do you have a favorite example of horrible, horrible writing? If so, this is the thread for you. Go to it.
Toy ‘R Us
(don’t know how to make the R backward), was a favorite of my high school english teacher for corrupting children’s prose.
Do student papers count?
“I liked the movie’s plot. It was what was interesting about it.”
Student papers can’t possibly count. We’d be here all day.
Is a pan-perspective what one has just before one jumps out in the fire?
My pick for bureaucratic phrase of the day: “And I will stay a Democrat, whether I am the Democratic Party’s nominee or a petitioning Democratic candidate on the November ballot.”
Oh, I also like that the FAQ on that page includes both “Is Joe Lieberman getting out of the Democratic Primary?” and, as a separate question, “Is Joe Lieberman leaving the Democratic Party?”
I am DEEPLY po’d about this post. Mixing metaphor is a TALENT, thank you very much. It’s like, what is that thing where you take a song and change the words, fisking? Yeah, it’s a kind of fisking. You take tired old things and make something new out of them. Anybody can make something brand new – taking the old and making it new again, now THAT is hard work!
And if I were any good at it, this post would be totally replete with scrambled metaphor, but I claim a lack of inspriation.
Today, any roads.
Jake
A talent much like malapropism?
i read that and assumed the writer was just having fun. that is, on purpose.
“Do you have a favorite example of horrible, horrible writing?”
I’d point to the “Thog’s Masterclass” excerpts that my old pal Dave Langford has been putting in Ansible for something over twenty-five years. Ursula Le Guin decades ago said they were her favorite, and how could they not be?
“Oh, I also like that the FAQ on that page includes both ‘Is Joe Lieberman getting out of the Democratic Primary?’ and, as a separate question, ‘Is Joe Lieberman leaving the Democratic Party?'”
Makes sense. However irritated we all are with Lieberman — and I am certainly well beyond irritated — they’re clearly two entirely different questions.
Full set of Ansible back issues here, incidentally, but “Thog” has never been collected separately; to find the quotes (usually just a single sentence or two, but several separate quotes together), you’ll have to click on an issue, and then “find” to “thog”. All quotes are from published novels. (Quite often writers will write to Dave and thank him!)
For instance (random sample):
And so on.
“It’s like, what is that thing where you take a song and change the words, fisking? Yeah, it’s a kind of fisking.”
Er, maybe not. Methinks you’re thinking of mondegreens.
“Fisking” is writing snotty commentary or refutations of an article, line by line, and is named after British newspaper (and book) writer Robert Fisk, to whom it was done muchly, rather than whom did it.
D’oh! Somehow I read “Primary” as “Party”.
I was thinking he meant “filking”.
For deliberate bad writing, the perfect place to go is the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction contest.
“For deliberate bad writing, the perfect place to go is the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction contest.”
Deliberate bad writing is never remotely as bad as unintentional bad writing.
Speaking as someone who first started being paid to read slush in 1975, I’ll have to suggest you trust me on this.
Amy Lawrence sure was into that game.
Oh, hi Gary….didn’t see you there.
In honor of Gary’s slush reading, and for the benefit of anyone who isn’t already familiar with it, I suggest reading “The Eye of Argon”–be sure to scroll down and click through to the fulltext!
I just read that as the heart of the team (the key players, or maybe we can extend the mixed metaphor, the backbone of the team) like Zidane, Viera, Makalele are all ageing and not in their prime. I think the metaphor is actually clear by what is meant by legs and by heart. Tough crowd.
“Tough crowd.”
Nah. Any professional copyeditor would blanch. Ageing legs shouldn’t be at anyone’s heart unless it’s a kung-fu movie, and readers shouldn’t have to work to untangle metaphors.
Actually I find the “e” in “ageing” more annoying than the metaphors. I realize it’s an accepted spelling, but I don’t understand how it got started. We don’t write “cageing” or “pageing” or “rageing” or “wageing” or …
“Actually I find the “e” in ‘ageing’ more annoying than the metaphors.”
Yeah, I considered whether to change that, but more than not I tend to adopt the usage I’m responding to or about if it’s not blatantly and absolutely wrong.
“I am DEEPLY po’d about this post. Mixing metaphor is a TALENT, thank you very much. It’s like, what is that thing where you take a song and change the words, fisking? ”
Oh, you mean one song to te tune of another: think of a song as a jam roly poly, with the tune being the sponge, obviously, which is rolled up neatly to contain the jam, or words. It would be perfectly possible to unroll the sponge and scrap out the jam, which might be strawberry or raspberry, and to replace it with different jam taken from a second roly poly, perhaps a summer fruit compote or even orange marmalade (although obviously you wouldn’t want to use a thick cut variety as that would have lumps of peel poking out through the sponge).
In case that wasn’t clear enough: it’s when the tune of one song and the words of another are brought together and combined as if they were both one song. It’s hard to get your head round that at first, but if you try to think of it as one song without the tune but with the words to the tune of another song but without the words, it may help.
Darn it, Jackmormon, here I was enjoying myself for a few minutes before going and Getting Something Done – but then you lured me into the world of “The Eye of Argon.”
Now I have wasted an hour reading it, trying to make my husband read it, and now I find that I am laughing to hard to read even the “Rules for a Reading” (also linked at the Wikipedia page). How could I have missed this all these years? It’s sort of like an H. P. Lovecraft story mixed up with a Conan the Barbarian episode, filtered through Monty Python and then … oh, I give up – words fail me.
“All that remained was a dark red blotch upon the face of the earth, blotching things up.”
“Bush rode in to Baghdad on his laurels”. Not published anywhere, thanks to yours truly, but I printed and saved that one for posterity.
italics be gone
Yes, filking is indeed the word for which I searched – and didn’t find, having only exercised my internal resources, said resources proving once again inadequate to the task. 🙂
Fisking doesn’t fit here, though in general I am quite fond of a good fisks. Who isn’t?
I could have looked the word up, but, as is often the case, it is more fun to risk being wrong and then see what turns up. Being right all the time can be so broing, don’t you think?
Jake
I own several books by Richard Lederer, so I can produce literally thousands of funny examples. One of my favorite sections in Anguished English has examples from church bulletins, including:
(during the minister’s illness)
God is Good!
Dr. Hargreaves is better.
On Saturday evening we will have our annual ice cream social. All ladies who will be giving milk should arrive early.
Even through two layers of combat armour, I felt her nipples brush against my back.
My personal favorite so far, but it’s early yet.
“My personal favorite so far, but it’s early yet.”
Personal favorite from where?
Gosh, Slarti’s example reminds me of my all-time favorite, which I believe I’ve already mentioned ages ago:
“Her breasts glowed like amber melons.” (From a romance novel a friend of mine was copy-editing, or reviewing for a publishing house, or some such thing.)
“…which I believe I’ve already mentioned ages ago….”
Thrice, actually, but there’s nothing wrong with that.
Ansible, natcherly.
Been on vacation; now back. Made it about seventy percent of the way through Undaunted Courage before having to leave my brother’s copy behind.
“Ansible, natcherly.”
Ah. I thought maybe, but wondered. (And I shouldn’t have said that the quotes were all from published novels, since some are from published shorter stories, as well; the key word was “published,” not “novels.”)
It’s good to know at least one person looked. Like a lot of comments, that was one I tossed out (twice), and it disappeared into the pond with nary a ripple. So it’s good to have a blurp come back.
Mangled prose? German is self-mangling.