Aug 09, 2007 00:12
Summer Arts Festival.
End of Journalism. "Kill your darlings" is the phrase that is used in journalism to terminate unnecessary, flowery language that serves no purpose than that of "interior design". It is pure rhetoric, done in beautiful form.
Professor B. asked us whether the class made us consider journalism as a major or this made us rule it out.
"I can't kill my darlings. I've been training them all my life," I told him. Journalism is definitely not a future career, nor was it ever. But this just confirms it.
Every class enriches you. I have learned that each word should have a purpose. But I am not ready to give up what makes me persuasive. I am not ready to stop using rhetorical strategies. I am not ready to stop being philosophical, analytical or opinionated. I am not ready to stop making other people think. (I have just used anaphora without realizing it.)In print journalism, that is your job. To give news. In a sense, you are still a mouthpiece. Your job is to make up the lede, the nut graf, and subsequent body paragraphs with the missing details.
I could never handle that. Even though magazine journalism is a lot more colorful because it offers features, I do not think I could ever stifle myself so much that I become a medium through which people receive passively. I admire journalists, they have a very important job and they do it well. It's tough and risky and they're brave.
But it's not me. At all. I am glad to have had the experience, however. I've become so much more confident in my interactions with people through interviewing. I have become more concise.
Also, if I do ever become short on cash...I know what I can do ;)