First we looked at the following three songs which related to one another as they were all about both good and bad relationships.
- Bad Romance - Lada Gaga.
- Radio Gaga - Queen.
- On the Radio - Donna Summer.
We were also meant to sing them aloud which I would have been more than fine with, however due to bad internet connection the songs took forever to load and therefore this part of the session didn't take place.
We were then told to take these three songs and cut out the printed lyrics given to us in order to make up a new piece of creative writing in any form we wanted.
I decided to use repetition to reinforce the effectiveness of my chosen story, therefore making it a poem. This ended up being a lot of fun to create since I haven't written a poem in years and have recently been getting back into them with the works of Edger Alan Poe.
You can read my poem below.
War of the Worlds - Invaded by Mars:
It must have fallen out of a hole in time.
The ugly, the sick psycho.
I heard it on my radio.
You couldn't find the words to say yourself.
I was surprised, shocked.
You could fly.
I heard it on my radio.
The changes through the years in your time.
How you made 'em cry.
How the touch of your hand caused horror.
I never told a soul.
I heard it on my radio.
Someone found a letter you wrote me.
And they told the world just how you felt.
You had the power, you had the disease.
You had everything.
I heard it on my radio.
Robin Foale, 9/5/2013
Having completed the above and been given free time, I decided to write a short story that I had in my head as a result of the heavy rain that we had that day. I decided to write it as something someone would recognise as a scene for a video game and wanted it to sound as cool and exciting as possible.
This is the result.
I know that the train will be passing through soon. I ready myself, making sure my rope is fully tightened around me and the nearby cliff for support. A strong wind billows through my cloak as the blizzard starts to get worse. Most people would say my tactics are outdated, mad. They would be right. I can see the lights of the train barely appearing out of the tunnel in the distance.
"Showtime..." I say with my deep voice before covering my scarred face with the masquerade mask I made for this operation alone. As the train finally comes closer I take the plunge. I'm a good twenty feet above the long transport. I've timed the jump and distance perfectly, as I always do. I swing on the rope and pass a few windows. As I thought, plasma droids fill every carriage, holding hostage the mutants Alpha City would rather exile to the Wastes for just being born different. Well, not today.
As I near the central carriage I pull out the gas powered crossbow from my cloak and ready it at the plasma droids which have only just noticed me.
"Eat this..." I say as the rapid cannon fires its incendiary arrows through the bullet proof windows and into the monitors of the non-prepared droids. The windows may be bullet proof, and the droids immune to lasers, but neither of the two have a chance against my ammo. Able to pierce through objects with ease and then turn to dust after impact to avoid tracing, incendiary arrows make for the perfect ammo for someone in my trade.
Having broken the window I detach from my rope and go flying into one of the barely standing droids due to the inertia and force behind my swing. Bouncing off it and rolling onto the cold metal floor I can feel the train reverberating underneath me. I scan the room with my raised weapon. The five droids stationed in here have all been taken care off. Having checked that the room has been cleared, I go towards the computer in the corner, its screen already covered by the snow blowing in from the increasing wind outside. I access it and quickly find my target, my love, my wife...
Robin Foale, 9/5/2013
Our lecturer also recommended that we check out the website 'Language is a Virus' as it is a useful one that we can use in order to further study cut-up techniques.
No comments:
Post a Comment