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War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy Wikispaces战争摄影师Carol Ann杜菲Wikispaces.ppt

War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy Wikispaces战争摄影师Carol Ann杜菲Wikispaces

In his darkroom he is finally alone with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows. War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy The only light is red and softly glows, as though this were a church and he a priest preparing to intone a Mass. War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass. In his darkroom he is finally alone with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows. The only light is red and softly glows, as though this were a church and he a priest preparing to intone a Mass. Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass. He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays beneath his hands which did not tremble then though seem to now. Rural England. Home again to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel, to fields which dont explode beneath the feet of running children in a nightmare heat. Something is happening. A strangers features faintly start to twist before his eyes, a half-formed ghost. He remembers the cries of this mans wife, how he sought approval without words to do what someone must and how the blood stained into foreign dust. A hundred agonies in black-and-white from which his editor will pick out five or six for Sundays supplement. The readers eyeballs prick with tears between bath and pre-lunch beers. From aeroplane he stares impassively at where he earns a living and they do not care. War Photographer by Carol Ann Duffy In his darkroom he is finally alone with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows. The only light is red and softly glows, as though this were a church and he a priest preparing to intone a Mass. Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass. He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays beneath his hands which did not tremble then though seem to now. Rural England. Home again to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel, to fields which dont explode beneath the feet of running children in a nightmare heat. Something

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