I've recently started buying and reading http://www.independent.co.uk/i/.
I thought it would be a good idea to start reading more quality newspapers since I'll be starting university at the end of the summer and should start picking up some hints and tips on writing pieces of journalism. I really like the i paper because it is a condensed, concise version of the usual broad sheet newspapers. I read an interesting, sophisticated article by Rebecca Armstrong which brought up an idea I had never really gave much thought before but I've realised now that subconsciously, we all do it. Definitely worth a read!
http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/comment/you-know-um-id-kind-of-like-to-talk-about-filler-words-8641211.html?origin=internalSearch
I'd love to have a column in a newspaper and write articles like this. One day maybe...
I also thought that since I don't have much news or updates for today's post, I'd share the poem that is part of my Advanced Higher English folio that I am impatiently awaiting the results for.
Still Motion
Clouds of musky scented dust cling to the diffusing light,
The glow is projected heavily, dank
almost through invisible water.
The picture appears jarringly and shudders to life.
The footage snaps and crackles fuzzily,
You flicker and glide along the screen ghostly.
I blush as you smile at me, present in the room.
I recite your wilting letters from war times, over and over.
I imagine what you would say to me now as I watch you.
Still moving but frozen in time; you are captured just for
me,
Forever to reply repeatedly when I please.
Resurrected in greyscale film strip,
Through this medium you’ll always live.
I jump in and join you on screen, far back in time.
I remember that night amongst the fog in my brain,
My hair was perfectly curled and
red lipstick applied thoroughly, all for you.
We embrace and pose playfully for the extended lens,
our faces glowing with youth and
new love before the dance.
But I feel you fading through my porous senses.
The tape spins, slows and chatters,
Smoke oozes from the reel to my alarm.
Zooming out quickly, our faces distorts and melt away.
The flames lick each square devilishly,
erasing your existence without mercy.
I clumsily try to extinguish the blaze in vain.
Now you only play back in my ever forgetful mind,
With accelerating speed you slip through my wrinkled
fingers.
Now you are only a fond memory; but I can barely remember
you.
It has been slightly tweaked this I wrote this version. I hope you guys like it. I welcome any feedback!


