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To understand the poem

War Photographer
you need to know how we
made photographs before
digital technology
War Photographer by Carol Ann
Duffy
In his dark room 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
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 the bath and pre-lunch
beers. From the aeroplane he stares
impassively at where
he earns his living and they do not care.
Printing process video
War Photographer by Carol Ann
Duffy
In his dark room 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.
War Photographer
Dunhill McCullin video
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
War Photographer by Carol Ann
Duffy
In his dark room 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.
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 the bath and pre-lunch
beers. From the aeroplane he stares
impassively at where
he earns his living and they do not care.
I may
be
addicted
to
danger.
CNN McCullin video
War Photographer by Carol Ann
Duffy
In his dark room 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
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 the bath and pre-lunch
beers. From the aeroplane he stares
impassively at where
he earns his living and they do not care.
Read the poem!

Annotate the poem finding references


to:
1. the work of the photographer
abroad;
2. life in the UK.
Can you find and consider the effect
of:
1. Third person perspective;
2. Interesting juxtapositions which
reveal moral conflict;
3. Intimate details of his thought
processes;
4. Powerful and emotive imagery;
5. Stanza shape and its link to the
topic;
6. Evidence of rhyme and its link to the
topic.
War Photographer
by Carol Ann Duffy
Key Question: What is the key moral
conflict explored in the poem?
Can we write a PEA?
Point:
Evidence:
Analysis:

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