Word: vulgarisms
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...Blue-collar sorts in the main, Blackpool's visitors want unadorned, ramrod stuff, and Blackpudlian entrepreneurs see that they get it. "They like a good belly laugh," says the impresario of the 1,800-seat Queen's Theater, "and they don't mind it good and vulgar. If you don't like someone here, you don't give him subtle insults; you say: 'I'll slap thee in the bloody girt...
Spender, who knows both cities well, also finds London different from New York, "where business is done and writers become successes. For in London success is considered not only vulgar but superfluous, since essentially, in England, the only success that really counts is getting to know the people you want to know. . . Literary London might be defined as a place where writers know each other...
Love & Flowers. By 1928 Mayakovsky was disillusioned enough to write The Bedbug, a satire of Communist society so pointed that even the dullest party hack was set to squirming. His villain is Prisypkin, a smug, card-carrying, vulgar proletarian who typifies the new Soviet man Prisypkin is stored in a freezer, and by 1978, in the last half of the play. Russian life has become so dehumanized that love tobacco, vodka, even flowers have become half-forgotten matters of history. Poor Prisypkin is now restored, and because of his simple humanity, he quickly becomes a curiosity. He asks for books...
...Marre was evidently aiming at a brash, vulgar, Broadway slickness, to the extent that he had anything specific in mind at all; but with limited amounts of money and time, all he could manage was the vulgarity and the brashness. Most of Todd Bolender's choreography seems to be designed for a chorus of unusually limited capacities, and looks like the pointless prancing around that capacities, and looks like the pointless prancing around that characterizes bad amateur Gilbert and Sullivan. His can-can (to the famous tune dragged in from Orpheus in Hades) is probably the soggiest in history...
...Last week Deejay Clay was not only spinning once again, but to Detroit's shocked surprise, he was doing it for WQTE, a more-filtered-than-thou sort of radio station that had long bragged of its pure air and its superiority to rock-'n'-roll, vulgar whistles and echo chambers...