As part of the Kingston UNITY week 22
nd-26
th October 2007 I attended a workshop devised by Zena Edwards named 'Character development' in short:'an exploration of character from initial creation to a believable living, breathing character in live performance'
We began by discussing what makes a 'character', we also investigated effective describing words:
Smell- Aromas- rounded & full. STINKS- harsh-jagged. Senses and perfume
Touch- Texture & Temperature
Hear- Musical noises & the Soundtracks of our everyday environment
Sight- Movement, bright, vivid, pattern, colour, size/shape
Taste- Body- wines- cheeses, fine/not so fine
Organic- A person's awareness of heart beat, aches, breathing, digestion
kinaesthesia- weight, gravity, movement, balance
My experience of getting upbang bang bang beep beep bleep bleep squeak goes the alarm dragging me into consciousness
bright light peers through the curtains, I am a heavy warm solid and hibernating
a pang of routine hunger encourages a stir, I clunk downstairs
I routinely munch through cereal and debate on toast, today its M
armiteI greedily gulp down half satisfying instant K
enco with its promising aroma
a splash in the refreshing shower
then I emerge into the day. Riding my bike speedily in the Bright fresh October morning
few cars emerge, a smooth ride with little negotiation
I start my day with the market it is squeaky full and brand new for another day.
Zena was wonderful & full of energy, she had to rework the workshop as only I and
Kaori- another Landscape Student were present, she reworked the creative writing programme to fit in with our studies!
Describe a landscape
as male/female
with a name
in a coffee shop
My 2
nd Poem:
The
Dalyan mud baths lie heavily at the peak of many a mountain in Turkey
Bubbles and Groans of grumbles emerge the strain of tourist troops flouncing through
The mud is thick and slow alike chocolate milkshake,
swallowing what it can a belching a mask of mud
a surreal common identity for all visitors awaits
Barbara an artist, once brilliant and brimming with love, greeting those she meets
is broken, dried out and she waits,
she dresses to impress in her accumulated treasures
Maybe she can impress
once fluid and bubbling with excitement,
now reaped, a fag clinging to her wrinkling lips, a triple espresso fix shaking between her now delicate fingers
Barbara waits