These are a couple of snippets that were taken out of the play I am writing “Life, Death and Journalism”.
It’s in the second-third draft stage and needs work.
Jack is a journalist encouraged to resign by his editor after his own existential crisis on the point of journalism, and these are some of his doubts.
“So why are we doing this? Isn’t life more important than the barrage of news and words about news and everyone trying to get their by-line to the story first – where is enjoyment and art for art’s sake and play in all this? No one has time to even appreciate how tough it is to write quality, perfect stories and a badly written story is just as good anyway, all those writers craft in their rooms and for what? There is no stage for the countless hours of practising writing, just more lonely writing, it’s not like the hours spent practising Jimi Hendrix in his bedroom to play the guitar. Music is more enjoyable to listen to than reading harsh news.”
It’s just words, endless, unnecessary verbiage
Erudite and intellectual articulation of issues
That no one has time for
I don’t understand why people would consciously choose
To leisurely read the handpicked most painful, deliberately provocative,
Stories of today’s messy and stupid humanity
Crafted into a product and broadcast to masses of people