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“That one there”, you say, pointing at an overripe red bird strutting in full view on a slimly bowed stalk. “Get it.”I do, just in time before it can spread its heavy wings and fly away.
It was exactly two months ago on a sultry afternoon when first I drew back the copious curtain of foliage to catch a glimpse of your house in all its delectable mystery, squatting in the middle of a putrid green lake. “To deter visitors”, they said.
They said a lot; that you were old and crazy, a recluse. They said you carried secrets that one would have to brave the man-eating crocodile-infested waters around your abode to learn, secrets about the jungle that no one else knew. They made me laugh, the melodramatic idiots. I retorted that I wasn’t afraid of those crocodiles, being a woman and not a man. The locals were unimpressed. You smile as I tell you this. "Perhaps they did believe these tales," I say. Perhaps they were simply hungry for an outside audience, a black-browed, pale-cheeked girl who was hungry for what they had to say; and they told her what she wanted to hear.
We go shooting indiscriminately through the woods. Usually you tell me to use my shots carefully, not to waste, but today is different, and the forest knows it. It is even more beautiful than usual. Luminous green filters through the shades of foliage, veil upon veil that lets only the purest of warm photons through.
I found no man-eating, or, for that matter, woman-eating crocodiles. Instead there were sleek snakes, slithering through the thick undergrowth into the bright red clay ground underneath where I wouldn’t have seen them had it not been for their brightly patterned scaly skins, surprisingly smooth and pleasurable to touch.
We reach the shallow stream and I crawl onto my hands and knees, scrabbling in the luxuriant moss to peer into the water. It’s another world, dank brown with algae and silver with bream. You want a shot at the fish, but I put an arm out to stop you.
“Don’t,” I say, teasingly. “You’ll never get them through the water. The reflections are too strong.”
You comply and we sit with our feet dangling over the ridge, barely touching the fluid, floating window below.
You proudly showed me your sleek equipment, polished until I could see my face in its black depths. You taught me how to hold it steady, how to aim through the lens, how to shoot. And when that was done, we made our first excursion through its dark dense gut, slashing through the underbelly of the forest where sensitive young ferns lay curled in the sandy earth and were sometimes trodden underfoot before they could unfurl. You taught me how to hide lying on my abdomen under murky cobweb-ridden bushes on the soft, mossy undergrowth, and aim into the light. ‘Aim at whatever reflects the sun. Look for reflections,’ you said, over and over again.
Back at the house, you place the red bird shot onto the mantelpiece. Its feathers are a lustrous, glossy red, somehow distilling the golden green light and reflecting its contrast. You have taught me well.
You taught me animal secrets, how to creep silently through the dense bushes like a silky snake. You taught me how to shoot. First the birds, the noisy golden-eyed parrot, the sluggish, ostentatious kouco and the luscious chresanthym, its feathers as soft and smooth as ferny petals. Then the mammals; chattering squirls, laconic byrles, and on one occasion, a grey dappled deer. Sometimes they would hear in time and flee. Other times we were quiet enough. But you would never let me shoot the snakes which slithered around, indifferent.
It’s time for me to go. I pick up the heavy ragged rucksack into which you’ve placed my shots and look up to thank you. You place a sleek black instrument in my hands, which I refuse vehemently. You insist.
“Remember the reflections,” you say again. I nod back, my reply reflected in your grey brine eyes.
I turn and walk slowly down the clearing towards the lake. I look down at the light-dappled water, and up through tiny leaf-framed windows at the sun. And I look back at you, and raise it to my face, beautiful and black and heavy. I put the lens to my eye, and shoot.
Goodbye, my cameraman.
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Comments: 30
Locuteh [2006-03-26 16:57:56 +0000 UTC]
Very clever, awesome work, excellent descriptions. I *know* all the words you used, I know what they mean, I know how they're used and how to use them... but when I do my own work it never seems to occur to me to use them. Really well done, especially with that latter front.
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salmonofdoubt In reply to Locuteh [2006-03-27 20:08:58 +0000 UTC]
I think the trick's just writing, and rewriting, and you'll eventually find the words you want. Although I think the best styles are usually spontaneous, some proof-reading doesn't go badly either.
Thanks so much for the fave and all, mate. It's much appreciated.
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Dark-Sphere [2006-01-09 10:18:02 +0000 UTC]
I could read this kind of stuff 24/7 More please
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salmonofdoubt In reply to Dark-Sphere [2006-01-09 10:21:14 +0000 UTC]
*Grin* I'll do my best. Thanks!
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CANNIBAL707 [2006-01-05 23:43:05 +0000 UTC]
Nicely done. The word choice starts to get a little monotonous and unfitting for the emotion you're trying to depict. Also, continuing with your imagery can also contribute to the overall emotion. good work, cheif. Oh, and writing stoned is easy, decifering it afterwards is the tricky part
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salmonofdoubt In reply to CANNIBAL707 [2006-01-07 20:53:39 +0000 UTC]
Yes, yes, I use variations of 'dense undergrowth' too much. So much for trying not to to promote innuendo for a change, this piece is full of it. Well, I'll try my best to improve it as much as I can. Thanks for your suggestions!
And what would you know about that, eh?
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tenthousandtales [2006-01-05 01:56:44 +0000 UTC]
first off, sorry for the double post, i guess my intertnet connection isn't what it should be.
i'm pleased to hear that you're planning on rewriting. as well you know, writing is rewriting. secondly, there is much to work with in this piece. i don't know how i'd do it, personally, but if you post it, i'm sure i can offer you some suggestions.
and the point about being cocky was more of a caveat regarding someone else's comment. one of my co-workers my attempts at cinema is often of the impression that he knows everything, and i'm rather wary of that attitude.
and please don't take my honest critique to mean that i didn't like it. i am that cynical bastard, and i know that none of us is perfect. i didn't mean to get so lengthy on you, but i've been writing a bit today, and having a hell of a time with it. my apologies for letting my love affair with my keyboard get the better of me.
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salmonofdoubt In reply to tenthousandtales [2006-01-05 18:08:47 +0000 UTC]
There's the reply button as well.
Don't be silly. I love long comments, and if I can get an honest and useful one, I don't care how harsh it is. I have to say that you've been surprisingly tactful, as of late. No need to apologise.
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tenthousandtales [2006-01-04 22:20:35 +0000 UTC]
suggestions: i might suggest putting the "man-eating" notion earlier alongside the first mention of "i have no fear because i'm a woman."
in the second half, you use the word "dense" almost too often to describe the forest. unless this was to evoke something specific, i might suggest rewording when you can.
as a whole, there seems to be little tension and release, though a good point of resolution. this is to say that it's an interesting concept, but not much of a story (or plot, specifically). this doesn't have to be a bad thing.
comments: as photography is something i've been thinking about a bit lately, i like this piece very much. i'm conflicted about how to react to the final reveal. on the one hand it is a kind of clever, and on the other hand i viscerally dislike being fooled. further, yet, one should be careful not to be too clever in his writing. the idea is to present a story/poem/whatever, not the ego of the person presenting it. that is not to say, necessarily that this piece does that, it's just part of my train of thought in trying to critique this piece.
i will also say this, though: do have anxiety over writing. it will make you consider what you're doing while you do it.
DON'T assume that you know more about writing than your professors. they are your professors for a reason, and even if, in fact, you do know more than they, it remains that they are in charge of your grade and so to please them would be in your interests.
DO be open to new ideas about what you write, even if it changes the part that made you fall in love with the piece in the first place. imagine someone suggesting to DaVinci that he make Mona Lisa more cheerful, while he was in love with the idea of her stoicism. i don't know if that actually happened. i made it up. i'm starting to get carried away. i will end this now.
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tenthousandtales [2006-01-04 22:20:10 +0000 UTC]
suggestions: i might suggest putting the "man-eating" notion earlier alongside the first mention of "i have no fear because i'm a woman."
in the second half, you use the word "dense" almost too often to describe the forest. unless this was to evoke something specific, i might suggest rewording when you can.
as a whole, there seems to be little tension and release, though a good point of resolution. this is to say that it's an interesting concept, but not much of a story (or plot, specifically). this doesn't have to be a bad thing.
comments: as photography is something i've been thinking about a bit lately, i like this piece very much. i'm conflicted about how to react to the final reveal. on the one hand it is a kind of clever, and on the other hand i viscerally dislike being fooled. further, yet, one should be careful not to be too clever in his writing. the idea is to present a story/poem/whatever, not the ego of the person presenting it. that is not to say, necessarily that this piece does that, it's just part of my train of thought in trying to critique this piece.
i will also say this, though: do have anxiety over writing. it will make you consider what you're doing while you do it.
DON'T assume that you know more about writing than your professors. they are your professors for a reason, and even if, in fact, you do know more than they, it remains that they are in charge of your grade and so to please them would be in your interests.
DO be open to new ideas about what you write, even if it changes the part that made you fall in love with the piece in the first place. imagine someone suggesting to DaVinci that he make Mona Lisa more cheerful, while he was in love with the idea of her stoicism. i don't know if that actually happened. i made it up. i'm starting to get carried away. i will end this now.
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salmonofdoubt In reply to tenthousandtales [2006-01-04 22:42:07 +0000 UTC]
First off, thanks for a long, detailed, and helpful comment.
I'm considering rewriting most of this, and I'll take that into account. That part needs to be shortened and made more coherent anyway.
It's more of a ramble than a story. I wasn't expecting such a positive response; a lot of people on dA seem to just say what they like and leave critical comments to a minimum. It's just as well there's the odd realist...
As I said, I'm not taking English language, so creative writing isn't anything more than a hobby. Any writing I do this year will be essays on English or American literature, which, as they're not particularly entertaining, I don't plan on posting. This won't be going anywhere near my teachers (probably a good thing), but yours is a fair point not to get too cocky.
I can't quite imagine DaVinci being in love with stoicism. In fact, I wouldn't really describe Mona Lisa as particularly stoical either. But I get the idea.
Anyway, thanks again.
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Deadpoet-16 [2006-01-04 17:10:57 +0000 UTC]
is it possible for a bird to be overripe Cazoline? is it? No. It isn't.
That aside, the random stubborness and the fact that the main woman lass thing is quite blatantly you and the bloke is most likely to be mr. Oxford man, it makes me giggle.
Cazoline writing makes me happy
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salmonofdoubt In reply to Deadpoet-16 [2006-01-04 22:30:36 +0000 UTC]
Random stubborness? Where?
And that last comment worries me extremely.
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Deadpoet-16 In reply to salmonofdoubt [2006-01-05 13:59:41 +0000 UTC]
Oh I know, but you know how many blokes from oxford I know. Plus Harri lives near there so I know all her oxford blokes too. I get confuzzeld some times.
Biscuit.
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salmonofdoubt In reply to Deadpoet-16 [2006-01-05 16:25:44 +0000 UTC]
You learn fast, young one.
This is now in my scraps anyway.
Penguin!
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Deadpoet-16 In reply to salmonofdoubt [2006-01-05 17:33:08 +0000 UTC]
the people i know in oxford would look there too
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cheramyn [2006-01-04 10:40:53 +0000 UTC]
Ah how very deceptive! I was about to unleash my vegetarian side on you, especially after the whole, shooting the "grey dappled deer" moment, but you're forgiven. I have actually read a book before along the lines of "today I shot the girl I love...with a camera" but this is cleverly done, and much more subtle.
*cracks fingers* I wasn't quite so sure about the opening paragraphs (although the first is very good, "an overripe red bird"- it makes me think of a bird like an exotic fruit of some sort), somehow the writing seems more vibrant when describing the creatures, the photographer, the animals and the environment.
Apart from that it's pretty much perfect (shush ) could find no spag erors etc, and this piece seems to have a flow to it that makes it both easy and enjoyable to read, which I think is mainly to do with the mixture of long descriptive sentences and short, sharp ones. I particularly love the paragraph "Luminous green filters through the shades of foliage, veil upon veil that lets only the purest of warm photons through. I smile at the beauty of it, and look back to see my happiness reflected in your face". So many beautiful words...
Okay, so there's your long comment, and if you don't pass english AS with flying colours then the examiners are silly twaddles who are just jealous.
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salmonofdoubt In reply to cheramyn [2006-01-04 12:47:16 +0000 UTC]
Honestly, I'd have thought *you* at least wouldn't be fooled.
Glad I was persuasive enough, though. I tried to make it as ambiguous as I could.
Yes, the piece would actually have much more fluidity without the second and third paragraphs, the third especially. Thing is, without that there, the whole present-to-past-and-back-again would be much more confusing. The tenses give hints, but it wouldn't be as easy to read. I'll have to think of some way to get around that. Perhaps putting all of it in the present tense? I agree that the latter half is much better, though.
I love that paragraph too.
And thanks for taking the time, lass. It's really appreciated. And as I told Barbara up there, I'm taking English lit. anyway, so creative writing doesn't form a part of my exam.
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cheramyn In reply to salmonofdoubt [2006-01-04 13:48:26 +0000 UTC]
No problem, was mein pleasure *german seeps into brain*
Hmm, methinks you may be right, all present tense would work. I always get really conflicted with tenses, present has a sort of beuaty to it, but it's very hard to keep up, so I tend to stick with past in general. Silly cowardly Frankie *hangs head*
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salmonofdoubt In reply to hummuss [2006-01-04 12:29:58 +0000 UTC]
Oh, wow. Thank you very much!
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fishygirl [2006-01-04 01:46:45 +0000 UTC]
Wow! YOu tricked us here Here was me thinking it was about horrible hunters
Very well written... so descriptive, I really had to focus on reading all the words(I'm a speedreader) to be able to imagine it well - but then I really could! Really, I'm sure you'll pass AS English, come on! I passed GCSE with a B (from horrible Mr Hill's class...) and I can't write even half this well... so I'll be killing those examiners if they don't give you an A!
Just one sentence that I found kind of too long and a bit hard to take in even after several readings("They said you carried secrets that one would have to brave the man-eating crocodile-infested waters around your abode to learn...") but other than that, it's hard to crit ^__^
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salmonofdoubt In reply to fishygirl [2006-01-04 12:24:08 +0000 UTC]
I was reading good old Peyton and during one of the hunting scenes, I caught the pun. Which prompted this whole idea. *Grins*
I loved Mr. Hill! He's one of the best teachers I've ever had! Even if he liked giving nasty spelling tests. And talking lengthily to his pet geranium which resided in the sink...
Ah well. I'm doing English lit. anyway, which has nothing to do with the quality of my creative writing. And I'm sure you could do better.
Yes, that sentence is very clumsy. I'll see if I can alter it at some point. Thank you!
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MrDangerous [2006-01-04 01:36:25 +0000 UTC]
I'm particularly fond of all the lush imagery....good story, as well.
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salmonofdoubt In reply to MrDangerous [2006-01-04 12:12:02 +0000 UTC]
Hmm, there wasn't really a proper storyline, but I'm glad you liked it. Danke!
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Fjarskafinn [2006-01-03 18:28:10 +0000 UTC]
I love this. I'm sorry I can't offer any critique on it, but I couldn't read it and leave without saying something. A definite favourite from me. Really nice work.
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salmonofdoubt In reply to Fjarskafinn [2006-01-03 19:01:32 +0000 UTC]
Bloo-dy hell. I definitely wasn't expecting anything of this sort for this piece of work. That's unbelievably nice of you. Thanks so much!
And there's no need to give critique, I'm happy enough you read and enjoyed it. Anyway, I'm sure one of the more grouchy, cynical people here will come along at some point and criticise all nine hells out of it. *Grin*
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Fjarskafinn In reply to salmonofdoubt [2006-01-03 19:12:54 +0000 UTC]
Absolutely no problem.
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