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That was pretty amazing. I hope to be able to write like that someday.I love H.L. Mencken's little burlesque on George Washington:
I thought you were writing a book about Link in Sm4sh?That was pretty amazing. I hope to be able to write like that someday.
Why don't you try to write something like that about us Link mains or even the Smash scene in general when you've got the spare time though? I know you have what it takes to do it.
Actually in many of my own essays for school I was a gifted plagiarist, I'll post about it tomorrow. It was really rather beautiful -- I didn't need it, but it made me profoundly happy to get away with it.Since you are an American, write like an American. Do not try to become a member of the Charles Lamb’s Club and ape the so-called literary manner of the English critical essayists. Express yourself in the pungent idiom of your time, your land and your people; there is no apology necessary; that idiom may produce sound literature as well as the language of the dons. Don’t be afraid of slang if it will make your point better and more forcibly than literose expression. Much that was erstwhile slang has already been accepted into the dictionaries of formal English; much more will be accepted in the near future. The objection to slang, at least to the more valid slang, is snooty and snobbish. Where a more expressive word or phrase in the language than to cuckoo (in the sense of to imitate), sap, to get away with, bonehead, wow, to razz, joy-juice (for gin), to vamp, hickpricker, joy-ride or hoopla? But, on the other hand, don’t make the mistake of believing that a mere imitation of Brook, Indiana, will get you any farther than an imitation of Cambridge, England.
How to you come up with dem poems so fast?I thought you were writing a book about Link in Sm4sh?
Mencken's colloquial style was purely American though, using all kinds of words from the American vernacular (which he first categorized in the seminal The American Language), and coining all kind of terms himself, usually sarcastically, like "booboisie", "ecdyiast" and the famous "bible belt". It really is one of a kind, very vigorous and full of gusto, sprinkled with onomatopoeia, journalistic in its directness and syntactically arranged into accumulating phrases (i.e. "the astoundingly grandiose and rococo manner of their statement, the almost unbelievable tediousness and flatulence of the gifted headmaster's prose, his unprecedented talent for saying nothing in an august and heroic manner"). His phrases "bristling with pungent epitaphs", "bedizned with tall talk" are all too typical. Imitators always fall short. George Jean Nathan (Mencken's partner in crime) was right, though, about using modern language, and using it well:
Actually in many of my own essays for school I was a gifted plagiarist, I'll post about it tomorrow. It was really rather beautiful -- I didn't need it, but it made me profoundly happy to get away with it.
Well I was thinking about it. I'm just not sure if it will be worth the time spent. I'm not even sure of what exactly to write about. Which would you like to see, more of an in-depth guide on how to play Link with our viewpoints, or some Link main history, or even a mix of both? One of my main worries though is whether someone would care enough to read it or not.I thought you were writing a book about Link in Sm4sh?
Mencken's colloquial style was purely American though, using all kinds of words from the American vernacular (which he first categorized in the seminal The American Language), and coining all kind of terms himself, usually sarcastically, like "booboisie", "ecdyiast" and the famous "bible belt". It really is one of a kind, very vigorous and full of gusto, sprinkled with onomatopoeia, journalistic in its directness and syntactically arranged into accumulating phrases (i.e. "the astoundingly grandiose and rococo manner of their statement, the almost unbelievable tediousness and flatulence of the gifted headmaster's prose, his unprecedented talent for saying nothing in an august and heroic manner"). His phrases "bristling with pungent epitaphs", "bedizned with tall talk" are all too typical. Imitators always fall short. George Jean Nathan (Mencken's partner in crime) was right, though, about using modern language, and using it well:
Actually in many of my own essays for school I was a gifted plagiarist, I'll post about it tomorrow. It was really rather beautiful -- I didn't need it, but it made me profoundly happy to get away with it.
Yeah, I'm sure that won't behave as an incendiary.You should write a guide.
Alright then I'll do just that.You should write a guide.
Generally guides are written in their own thread. As for whether it gets stickied or locked and thrown out, that depends on how good the guide is, and the panel of judges is not easy to please I can assure you. Make it if you want, just know that there is a risk of it all being for naught.Alright then I'll do just that.
Do you think it would be alright to make it into a thread, or should I post it here (where I doubt it would get the attention it deserves)? I'd prefer that it would be stickied so that everyone can have a look whenever they want. I'd also imagine that it would be pretty lengthy, so yeah. I might add some Link main history to the introduction, as I don't know everything about you guys.
How do you feel about this, Fox Is Openly Deceptive ?
Lol good to see that oddity's still in the game.
I'll keep this in mind. Originally I was planning on typing it up myself, but I'm all for him helping me out. How would that work, though? Would he be sending information out of the box, or will he only give info that I ask for or give help if I "need" anything? I'll be sure to send him a PM on the matter.Generally guides are written in their own thread. As for whether it gets stickied or locked and thrown out, that depends on how good the guide is, and the panel of judges is not easy to please I can assure you. Make it if you want, just know that there is a risk of it all being for naught.
Ok I have to be honest with you. I'm not sure how you intend to write about the Link main history when you've been around for such a short period of time. I'm also not sure how you intend to write a competitive level guide when you still don't have much competitive experience. Would someone be helping you write it? If so, then I nominate Sasook seeing as he was so keen on the idea. I'm sure he'd love to help.
Why don't you PM him and arrange the details with him directly? You could even ask for is skype name so you two can voice chat for improved efficiency.I'll keep this in mind. Originally I was planning on typing it up myself, but I'm all for him helping me out. How would that work, though? Would he be sending information out of the box, or will he only give info that I ask for or give help if I "need" anything? I'll be sure to send him a PM on the matter.
I hope they do. Their last hope is Retro Studios announcement, if they announce something at all.Whelp, even Nintendo acknowledged how lackluster their presentation was
We have that sorted out already. I'll be coming up with all of the topics and writing and such, while I survey him for needed information. Skype does seem like a good idea though, so I messaged him about that recently.Why don't you PM him and arrange the details with him directly? You could even ask for is skype name so you two can voice chat for improved efficiency.
The video goes black at the 1:08 mark for me. Is just audioWe all know 'sook is a God who pulls of double Dsmashes and the like with ease.
Yes, there was a glitch while recording apparently. That footage will be forever lost. Befittingly so -- 'sook is too mighty to be captured by simple software. His skill lives on only in the minds and hearts of those who had the honor to face him.The video goes black at the 1:08 mark for me. Is just audio
Sorry to bring us back to this, but I must comment that it is true in music, as well. No matter what I do and how I try to employ countless other cultures and eras of music, I cannot get away from composing like an American: large leaps, brash sounds, jazz idioms, etc. No amount of study and practice in Italian renaissance, German and English Baroque, Internationalist Classicism, or the explosion of nationalist veins in the romantic era (Russian, Polish, Czeck, FInnish, and French, to name a few) can drown out the American noise that claws its way out of my fingertips and onto the staff (and those are only the western influences!). I strive for an international sound and try to employ cultural techniques in new ways to promote a freed, unified musical language, but even this endeavor strikes me as remarkably American, now that I actually look at it in writing. Try as I might to fight this, I've eventually come to embrace it.I thought you were writing a book about Link in Sm4sh?
Mencken's colloquial style was purely American though, using all kinds of words from the American vernacular (which he first categorized in the seminal The American Language), and coining all kind of terms himself, usually sarcastically, like "booboisie", "ecdyiast" and the famous "bible belt". It really is one of a kind, very vigorous and full of gusto, sprinkled with onomatopoeia, journalistic in its directness and syntactically arranged into accumulating phrases...
Charles Ives is the typical American composer in that regard, right? Even his philosophy was inspired by the American transcendentalists. His prose carries the American spirit too actually, in Essays Before a Sonata:Sorry to bring us back to this, but I must comment that it is true in music, as well. No matter what I do and how I try to employ countless other cultures and eras of music, I cannot get away from composing like an American: large leaps, brash sounds, jazz idioms, etc. No amount of study and practice in Italian renaissance, German and English Baroque, Internationalist Classicism, or the explosion of nationalist veins in the romantic era (Russian, Polish, Czeck, FInnish, and French, to name a few) can drown out the American noise that claws its way out of my fingertips and onto the staff (and those are only the western influences!). I strive for an international sound and try to employ cultural techniques in new ways to promote a freed, unified musical language, but even this endeavor strikes me as remarkably American, now that I actually look at it in writing. Try as I might to fight this, I've eventually come to embrace it.
Anyway, here I go to be inactive for another 10+ pages. Good seeing everyone.
It has seemed to the writer, that Emerson is greater—his identity more complete perhaps—in the realms of revelation—natural disclosure—than in those of poetry, philosophy, or prophecy. Though a great poet and prophet, he is greater, possibly, as an invader of the unknown,—America's deepest explorer of the spiritual immensities,—a seer painting his discoveries in masses and with any color that may lie at hand—cosmic, religious, human, even sensuous; a recorder, freely describing the inevitable struggle in the soul's uprise—perceiving from this inward source alone, that every "ultimate fact is only the first of a new series"; a discoverer, whose heart knows, with Voltaire, "that man seriously reflects when left alone," and would then discover, if he can, that "wondrous chain which links the heavens with earth—the world of beings subject to one law." In his reflections Emerson, unlike Plato, is not afraid to ride Arion's Dolphin, and to go wherever he is carried—to Parnassus or to "Musketaquid."
0:58 I laughed. :^)We all know 'sook is a God who pulls of double Dsmashes and the like with ease.
Then I took a little passage from a neat little Stevenson essay on books which influenced him:One of a writer’s most important works—perhaps the most important of all—is the image he leaves of himself in the memory of men, above and beyond the pages he has written.
Then I took this Ruskin maxim:I do not know that you learn a lesson; you need not—Mill did not—agree with any one of his beliefs; and yet the spell is cast. Such are the best teachers: a dogma learned is only a new error—the old one was perhaps as good; but a spirit communicated is a perpetual possession. These best teachers climb beyond teaching to the plane of art; it is themselves, and what is best in themselves, that they communicate.
Followed by this beautiful passage by Ruskin from The Eagle's Nest:Great men do not play stage tricks with the doctrines of life and death; only little men do that.
All sewn together, it read something like this (in Dutch of course):None of us yet know, for none of us have yet been taught in early youth, what fairy palaces we may build of beautiful thought—proof against all adversity: bright fancies, satisfied memories, noble histories, faithful sayings, treasure-houses of precious and restful thoughts, which care cannot disturb, nor pain make gloomy, nor poverty take away from us—houses, built without hands, for our souls to live in.
And there, within a minute or three, I had written a passage of astounding quality. As long as you already know fine passages, and could translate them decently, you were good to go. It was hardcore fraud -- plagiarism of the vilest kind -- but God I loved it.One of a writer’s most important works—perhaps the most important of all—is the image he leaves of himself in the memory of men, above and beyond the pages he has written. Such are the best teachers: a dogma learned is only a new error—the old one was perhaps as good; but a spirit communicated is a perpetual possession. I do not know whether I ever learned a lesson; you need not agree with any one of a teacher's beliefs, and yet the spell is cast. Thus the best teachers in my life were not the mathematics tutor who got me to familiarize myself with linear algebra, or the English teacher who taught me the proper position of particles: the best ones were the wise men from ages past, or the most charming women, or the restless workers in the Canadian forests. These best teachers climb beyond teaching to the plane of art; it is themselves, and what is best in themselves, that they communicate. Some say authors cannot have that role: they do not communicate themselves, because their image as author is cultivated an fake: it is how they choose to project themselves onto the reader, not who they actually are. I find this a vulgar nation. Great men do not play stage tricks with the doctrines of life and death; only little men do that.
They taught me too, these teachers, what fairy palaces we may build of beautiful thought—proof against all adversity: bright fancies, satisfied memories, noble histories, faithful sayings, treasure-houses of precious and restful thoughts, which care cannot disturb, nor pain make gloomy, nor poverty take away from us—houses, built without hands, for our souls to live in.
What a bunch of sentimental trash! There's no way I'd ever write something like that myself. But I could steal it, and certain sentimentally inclined teachers would love it. Nothing in this paragraph was actually mine. The first part is from this passage which I have quoted before (it's one of my favorites, which is why I know it so well):I is not likely I will ever see such poor men and women again -- yet we will never cease, nor be prevented from returning on the wings of imagination to that bright dream of our youth; that glad dawn of the day-star of liberty; that spring-time of the world, in which the hopes and expectations of the human race seemed opening in the same gay career with our own; when France called her children to partake her equal blessings beneath her laughing skies! No longer shall I be the man who dejectedly takes his seat upon the intellectual throne, no longer shall I vainly preach from the charming haunts of ancient philosophy what has been vainly preached before. The ideal has been built on the actual; no longer floats vaguely in darkness and regions of dreams, but rests in light, on the firm ground of human interest and business, as in its true scene, and on its true basis.
I met a charming girl there too, and though I only saw her a brief moment at first that first look is still how I will remember her. The smile which sank into my heart the first time I ever beheld her, plays round her lips ever after: the look with which her eyes first met mine, never passed away. She had something of angelic light...
The next passage, which goes something like "No longer shall I be the man who dejectedly takes his seat upon the intellectual throne, no longer shall I vainly preach from the charming haunts of ancient philosophy what has been vainly preached before" was even more interesting: it's a conglomeration of phrases by three different poets. The first one is from Matthew Arnold’s Scholar Gipsy which I had just read:But though we cannot weave over again the airy, unsubstantial dream, which reason and experience have dispelled,
"What thong' the radiance, which was once so bright,
Be now for ever taken from our sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flower:" --
yet we will never cease, nor be prevented from returning on the wings of imagination to that bright dream of our youth; that glad dawn of the day-star of liberty; that spring-time of the world, in which the hopes and expectations of the human race seemed opening in the same gay career with our own; when France called her children to partake her equal blessings beneath her laughing skies; when the stranger was met in all her villages with dance and festive songs, in celebration of a new and golden era; and when, to the retired and contemplative student, the prospects of human happiness and glory were seen ascending like the steps of Jacob's ladder, in bright and never-ending succession. The dawn of that day was suddenly overcast; that season of hope is past; it is fled with the other dreams of our youth, which we cannot recall, but has left behind it traces, which are not to be effaced by Birth-day and Thanksgiving odes, or the chaunting of Te Deums in all the churches of Christendom. To those hopes eternal regrets are due; to those who maliciously and wilfully blasted them, in the fear that they might be accomplished, we feel no less what we owe-hatred and scorn as lasting!
Then the passage on love is Hazlitt's again, on Petrarch:Anarchy has become peace; the once gloomy and perturbed spirit is now serene, cheerfully vigorous, and rich in good fruits … The ideal has been built on the actual; no longer floats vaguely in darkness and regions of dreams, but rests in light, on the firm ground of human interest and business, as in its true scene, and on its true basis.
The "angelic light" nonsense is from Wordsworth's famous poem She Was a Phantom of Delight:The smile which sank into his heart the first time he ever beheld her, played round her lips ever after: the look with which her eyes first met his, never passed away.
The second video's editing is pretty impressiveFor teh lulz.