Showing posts with label poetics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetics. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 May 2019

Portrait to Paragraph: Characters from Photographs


“He looks like a right character,” said my friend, flicking through antique photographs and picking up a portrait of a middle-aged gentleman. “I bet he has some stories to tell.”

Gentleman - Photo by Ellie Morris

Indeed, looking at this dusty photograph perhaps one-hundred-and-fifty years later, (or even longer!) one could tell – or at least make an educated guess – what this individual had lived through, and what was on his mind. The thoughts running through my own mind were estimations of his character, his history, his interests, his family members, what had made him laugh, and his occupation.

Old photographs are perfect for conjuring up characters! Even if the assumptions made about the individuals are incorrect (and they most likely are), the fun lies in giving traits to the sitter based on their appearance.

Perhaps the photographer’s subject has particularly soulful eyes that speak of a previous heartache? Perhaps an older gentleman’s walrus-style moustache embodies a sense of villainous foreboding?

If amassing a physical collection of old photographs is not something you would enjoy, perhaps consider browsing through online galleries of ephemera and historical collections. There are plenty of sources on websites like Pinterest and Flickr, and some art galleries specialise in photographs, such as The Hardmans’ House in Liverpool.

Being both a huge collector of antique and vintage photographs and a writer myself, I am constantly using the subjects of photos as inspiration for my characters.

Is there anything you collect which inspires your creative work?

Saturday, 27 April 2019

A Few of My Favourite (Writing) Things


Compiled from a grimoire grocery list of plot powders, worldbuilding extracts, and eye of newt, here are a few of the ingredients that combine to form my sense of poetics.

My Favourite Things - Photo by Ellie Morris


Ivy on tombstones
And carvings on trees,
Ghosts in the attic and dolls left unseen,
Old love letters stuffed in bedsprings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Schoolgirls in love that meet in discretion,
Teeth-gnashing, jaw-clenching,
Fright and depression.
Siblings that bicker, twins in despair,
These are the things that you’ll find in my lair.

Homes left to rot and dangers that loom,
Nightmares from dreams,
And creatures from tombs.
Secrets, dysfunction, conflict, and strife,
These are the scribblings that take over my life.

When the block hits,
When the fog comes,
When I’m out of luck,
I simply remember these writerly things,

And then I don’t feel so stuck.*

*Disclaimer: This is obviously a silly parody of The Sound of Music's 'My Favourite Things' lyrics.  

 
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