Talking Heads Essay

Contemporary Society in Talking Heads We have been studying three different monologues written by Alan Bennett. They are 'Her Big Chance' involving Lesley an actress, 'Bed Among the Lentils' with Susan, a vicars wife and 'A Chip in the Sugar' including Graham who still lives with his mother. In this essay I am going to discuss how contemporary society is portrayed in all three. There are many different issues in our society which are raised in talking heads, for example: religion

A Sense of Tragedy and Humour in alan Bennett's Talking Heads Monologues Alan Bennett uses a variety of techniques to convey a sense of both tragedy and humour in his 'Talking Heads' monologues. I will be looking specifically at 'Bed Among The Lentils' and 'Cream Cracker Under The Settee.' Alan Bennett achieves both of these effects by use of several clever choices regarding the casting as well as sound and visual effects. There are two very different types of humour

festival in Zangasso, Mali. Maniah Festival The Maniah festival is a spiritual ritual. It begins on a Thursday and lasts until Saturday night. It would start with the Maniah fetish being brought out of its hut. Then it would be placed on someone’s head, usually a conquered warrior, and the fetish would carry the fetish around the village three times and if it was dropped, the carrier would be condemned to death. For

In the stor Dealing with Dragons, an improper princess who hates her life in the kingdom Linderwall. Cimorene is justified in ignoring expected social norms of the day because it did benefit her life, but some people may disagree. First of all, Cimorene is justified in ignoring expected social norms of the day. For example, “All in all, Linderwall was a very prosperous and pleasant place. Cimorene hated it…….. Cimorene found it very dull, but she pressed her lips together and learned it anyway.”

name echoed in her head over and over again. James, James, James, wonderful, kind, giving, warm James. "Mama didn 't you used to sing that song to me when I was little?" asked Blue in a questioning manner. "Yes I did, good memory, but I think that it 's time for bed." "Oh no Mama, just a little bit more." "Tomorrow, I love you my little Blue." "I love you too Mama." As she told the story the next night, Blue couldn 't stop smiling. Then the door opened and her husband stuck his head in with a smile

Dad finished and put on his jacket and started heading out, while my Mom gave me my lunch box and I started to walk to the bus. Everything comes back to reality. I walk out the door, hoping to see the bus, but of course, it’s not there. I start to head out and down the street in the fog I see a bunch of people running out of a building, and hear screaming and gunshots ring out into the open streets. People falling to the ground and stained the snow with their bright red blood. I start to jog down

of the morning cruising on our boards and sitting, drinking various sodas we had brought, and chatting. It was a rather enjoyable start to the day, but by the time noon rolled around, most of us had to use the bathroom. So we collectively decided to head down to the skate park because it was close, had a bathroom, and sounded like it could be fun. Little did we know how much trouble would come from this little trip. We arrive at the skate park to find that, surprisingly, no one is there. I make my

room at the Sea Foam motel in Nags Head, NC. After I was finally able to get up from the bed, I woke the children up to get ready so we could leave. We all took showers, packed up all our belongings and headed out. It was well past the check-out time before we left, but the housekeeper just laughed and told us to take our time. We all jumped into the

open it and i see in big read letters that there is a tornado heading our way and to take shelter. I tell my friends what is happening and we all jump on our bike and dart. We are heading down a dirt path and Patrick is falling behind because of his head ach and his bloody leg so we switch bikes. This helps him go faster and it also benefits me because I like his bmx bike. We are on course to barely beat the storm. Over the bike ride home the tornado picked up and we were getting beat home. All of

woman. It was a normal night, well so far. I was just getting dinner with my parents as usual. Then my dad received a phone call I didn't know what was going on. My parents looked upset and they looked like they were going to cry. I was thinking in my head WHATS GOING ON!? But i asked my parents they didn't tell me before i knew it we were driving home in the car. It was quiet so i just stayed quiet too. Moments later we were home i went up to my room as i went up the stairs i