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Afghan girl

http://edition.cnn.com/2015/03/23/world/steve-mccurry-afghan-girl-photo/

Getting into Project One of Part Two which is about characterisation. First we get a photo of someone we don’t know and write a little description of the person. Here’s mine.

The girl was about twelve years old. As I walked past she looked over her shoulder, straight at me. Her face was grimy as if it had just finished a dusty, sweaty journey. Her skin beneath the grime was smooth and orange-brown. Burnt umber. Her eyes startled me. Brilliant white with leaf-green, dark rimmed corneas and small pupils. Her hair was jet black so that it was not discernible under the rust coloured cotton headscarf draped loosely over her head and shoulders like the a hood. There were sparse flecks of intense gold in the cotton. Her eyebrows were thick, but flat, black and perfect. The straight, unturned up nose had a flat scar on the left of the bridge, slightly darker and redder, as if some skin had been planed off. The unsmiling lips were slender and slightly pouting in defiance. She was silent and still.

She looked at me with no curiosity for a second or two, then turned away from the sun to face forward. No hurry, nobody to see, nothing to do, nowhere to go. How could such ugliness have happened in the sight of this beautiful child?

Mind Fly

Oh mind, you fly away all day and night

Since I was young and quiet, I don’t know why.

A noise, a light, a thought, a glance enough

To send you off on random paths to love,

To laugh, to weep, in sleep, awake. Recall

The child, foretell the man, make sense of all.

I train you on my breath to empty out

The calls so loud, but still they jump and shout

About, demand attention from you, mind.

We’ll tire and land one day I think you’ll find.

Wtf?

I am doing a creative writing course at:

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The idea of this learning log is to keep ideas thoughts etc throughout the course about how the learning experience is going.

I am also doing a journal everyday with ideas,  which I will draw on when writing assignments.

I have never done this before so bear with me please.

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This is my dog Ollie. He is a pug.

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I live in Whitstable,  by the sea.

Alone

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Is it bad to be alone?

Come on, what choice you got?

Not easy you know

To feel you own the lot.

Accept what’s down to you

The shit which gets you down

Make a new true

Get up from your ground.

Life has no meaning

Until you give it yours

No-one else is leaning

Against your open doors.

You told yourself a story

To make the pieces fit

Your future though is glory

You can rewrite it