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Thursday, June 12, 2014
Junkyard Post Four Week Five
There's a pacifier lying on the dirt in front of a statue of some important man from Gubbio's past. The blue plastic is missing the clear nippled end, the part that matters to most children, and parents. Behind it, in the park, a mother bounces her little girl, crying. I'm half wondering if this was hers, half wondering how long it's been here. Not old enough to be the statues' daughters' of course, but definitely kicked around by a few teenage future soccer stars. The World Cup starts tonight, one of the boys says, and I finally look up, realizing we are walking towards the church.
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What do you mean by "The part that matters to most children, and parents". If the parents are giving the child a pacifier, doesn't that mean it matters to all of them? Also, I would like to know more about the mother who is bouncing her crying child. What does the crying sound like? How does the mother look? Does she look defeated? I like the line "Not old enough to be the statue's daughters' of course" But I wanted it to go further and take me somewhere else, not just to the world cup. I wanted to be transported to the past perhaps. Who is this important figure? Did he have a family? What type of items did they have back then that could be classified as a pacifier? Just some questions you might think about answering.
ReplyDeleteOne last thing. What made you put "on the dirt" rather than "in"?
Over all I think this piece could be taken a lot further and would benefit from the use of a lot more images.
Good job! :)