Want to: Shrink the Pink. Reduce the Puce. Have: No Rose on the Prose Want to: Shrink the Pink! Reduce the Puce! Have: No Rose on the Prose! (and get Ms C to stop nagging) ?
The Essentials: Go back to the beginning of my book and: Ensure all work is clearly labelled – date, title, HW and these are underlined with a ruler. Correct all SPaG errors clearly in red pen up to now– tick off in the margin as you go. Do all tasks that are set as part of your targets on your marking sticker or are highlighted in PINK, acting on the advice and using the models. Then: take care not to repeat mistakes in future and proofread.
Descriptive Writing: a model Describing A Place: Charles Dickens from ‘Hard Times’ It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled. It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, arid vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness. It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and tomorrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and the next…
Descriptive Writing: a model Describing A Place: Charles Dickens from ‘Hard Times’ It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled. It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, arid vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness. It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and tomorrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and the next…
The Essentials: NOW! Go back to the beginning of my book and: Ensure all work is clearly labelled – date, title, HW and these are underlined with a ruler. Correct all SPaG errors clearly in red pen up to now– tick off in the margin as you go. Do all tasks that are set as part of your targets on your marking sticker or are highlighted in PINK, acting on the advice and using the models. EXTENSION TASK: In anthologies, read ‘My Last Duchess’ (P30-31). Can you identify the faults that the Duke says he saw in his wife? What evidence supports this? What does Browning suggest about the Duke as a man in the poem?