Thursday, May 15, 2014
Junkyard Post Two Week One
Under the Roman theater there is a tunnel. The tunnel, hidden by bleacher like posts, opens to a gravel pile, a dug up history older than our country. My mother wonders if I'm having fun here, studying abroad in one of the smallest cities in Umbria. Amidst this series of historical artifacts, a weed no taller than my calf, encircled by a blue and black checked scarf by TRN 1961. An Italian company. I suppose it's deliberate, reminds me people lived here more than the bowl shards with the etchings upstairs. I wonder if this tunnel was home to many a make out session. A lover and his Italian girl, pledging themselves for five minutes, never ending like the underground Roman city, never imagining a fall out, a pillaging translation of reality.
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I really like the detail that Taylor uses in this post. Lines such as "encircled by a blue and black checked scarf by TRN 1961" is a rerally cool line to me because that is literally something i could find and point out if I were to go back to that area. Taylor is really good with create setting. something that I am working on getting better at so reading her post is really something I want to continue to do so that I can get better at it myslef. Something that I would think about simplyfying or just rephrasing would be " I wonder if this tunnel was home to many a make out session". Seems a little wordy but that could just be me. The strongest lines of this entire piece are at the end, when Taylor speaks about the possible lovers who were "pledging themselves for five minutes... never imagining . . . a pillaging translation of reality". That to me was very telling of how this world that was once full of life and people who lived real lives and had relationships, never thought that they would one day be ruins that are looked upon now as history. Keep it up Tay Tay!!
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