Thursday, 28 April 2011

Bibliography 2

AS Coursework piece Colonel Fawcett and the Lost City of Z Screenplay

The Lost City of Z
by David Grann

A Reporter at Large: The Lost City of Z
by David Grann

Exploration Fawcett
by Col. Percy Harrison Fawcett

by James Rollins

Grindhouse: The Sleaze-filled Saga of an Exploitation Double Feature
By Quentin Tarantino and Robert Rodriguez


AS Coursework piece "The Woods" Bibliography

-The H.P Lovecraft Literary Podcast
 by Chad Fifer and Chris Lackey

-The H.P Lovecraft Archive

-The Cthulhu Mythos Encyclopedia
 by Daniel Harms

Stories that have been analysed:

"The Colour Out of Space"
"The Shadow Over Innsmouth"
"The Call of Cthulhu"
"The Dunwich Horror"
"The Haunter of the Dark"

All by H.P Lovecraft

Monday, 25 April 2011

AS Coursework Commentary: The Woods Mark 2.0

This piece is based on the literary style of Howard Phillips Lovecraft, a renown American writer, known for his short horror stories and novellas in his own created "Cthulhu Mythos", a fictional universe that was based within New England (called Lovecraft Country), using extraterrestrial creatures and forbidden texts. Many other writers, most famously Robert E. Howard, creator of Conan the Barbarian, used and contributed to the Mythos. In this vein, I have referenced some of Lovecrafts stories and creations, possibly the most apparent and famous of his fictional creations is an important plot device within the piece, is the Necronomicon, called "the Book" in the story. This makes the story inclusive to the "Cthulhu Mythos", and also as mentioned, and if the reader is familiar with Lovecraft's works, then is evident to the reader.
A noticeable literary feature that appears almost constantly within my story, and Lovecraft's is a very heavy use of adjectives, which I have tried to use as much as possible. Examples include "twilit bush", "unsuspecting swimmer", "cyclopean masonry" (a common feature in Lovecraft's work when describing the architecture of alien creatures), "baleful grove" and "brick-lined basement". These adjectives perform their function as descriptors, providing plenty of information for the reader to pick up upon, thus painting a finer, clearer mental image, and to further clarify the scenery. As with most Lovecraft stories, my piece, it is not about an extensive plot, or character development, but about atmosphere and creating well-described scene, in the case of my piece, it is the "Woods", of the titles.
Archaic words or wording also feature in Lovecraft's writing, and so it also makes an appearance in my work. Examples of this include; "unhallowed","jaunt", "ill-repute", and "sunken veil". "Sunken veil" is used to describe the shadows within the tumulus, but the term veil itself, is to denote death, as veils are often worn by the deceased in many cultures during religious ceremonies, so it would be apt that an ancient tomb containing a body should be compared to such. Why I used archaic terms as Lovecraft did comes from his longing to become an eighteenth-century gentleman, but due his wish unable to come true, he opted to use spellings from the eighteen-century. Often this was Anglicised, due to the author being a self-proclaimed Anglophile, but unfortunately, I did not adhere to this structure, as I write in a mixture of both Anglicised and Americanised spellings.
Area-specific lexis is also evident, for example, scientific lexis is shown through "Pareidolia", which is when a person sees faces or people in objects or patterns. I have used this example of scientific lexis because it was also a common feature in Lovecrafts own work, including in an example of which I had analysed previously, "The Colour Out of Space" (note the Anglicised spelling of colour, instead of the Americanised color), where he details different scientific tests used to trying to classify a meteor. Lovecraft wrote these lengthy passages because of his own passion for the sciences, most notably chemistry and astronomy, but also archeology, anthropology, and the exploration of the continent of Antarctica. I kept the science to a bare minimum in the story, because as stated earlier, the story is about atmosphere.

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

AS Coursework Commentary: The Woods

This piece is based off of the unique writing style of Howard Phillips Lovecraft (1890-1937), a horror author from Providence, U.S.A, famous for his creation of the Cthulhu Mythos. While the story that I have written is not technically a "Mythos" story, I do reference many stories, or Lovecraft's creations. Examples of this include, "the brick-lined basement of the building" is a reference to the opening of the story, "The Curse of Yig", in which a man visits an insane asylum, to see a possibly half man, half snake creature. "One old man, whose house is built on top of a cliff overlooking the sea" is a reference to the story, "The Strange High House in the Mist", where there is a house which is on a high cliff, overlooking the sea. Finally, the book that is constantly referenced throughout the story is the Necronomicon, possibly the most well known of Lovecrafts creations. The Necronomicon is an ancient, evil book written by Abdul Alhazred (one of Lovecrafts many alter-ego's, and also a pun, Al-Haz-Red or All Has Read).
In the story, to mimic Lovecrafts style, which is adjective heavy, and almost every noun and verb has an adjective, to further describe the scene, or to create a sense of unease. For most people, the writing is difficult to read, due to the nigh-labyinthine writing. So, I felt that it was nessacery to do so. Examples of the adjective laden writing; "twilit bush", "fated jaunt", "gaping maws", "ill-repute" (a hyphenated adjective, which is in extremely common usage in Lovecraft's story, "The Lurking Fear").

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

I find myself to be influenced by a wide variety of things; including cinema, literature, the natural world, and other artists. In cinema, I find myself drawn to the films of Guillermo del Toro, whose films are often dark fairy tales, like "Pans Labyrinth", or "Cronos". Another filmmaker that inspires me is Shinya Tsukamoto, whose bleak and abrasive "Tetsuo: The Iron Man" has inspired wonder and awe at his twisted allegory of urban degeneration. I read many books, but no author has drawn me in as much as H.P Lovecraft, whose indescribable, and horrible mythos left me to try and recreate these colorful worlds and characters to which are often supposed to be "unimaginable". In fine art, I am most inspired by the turbulent, sensual sculptures of Auguste Rodin, to me, he raised the bar of what a sculptor needs to accomplish. Also, the Black Paintings of Francisco Goya and the work of illustrator Mike Mignola are gorgeous, with their pools of jet black, that veil the subject, leaving the imagination to play tricks on the viewer. Finally, I am influenced by the world around me, namely exotic places that I have been to, and have not yet been, ancient cultures, marine life, and wildlife.

I hope to improve my sculpting in future, to encompass a wider range of materials of which I may not have had the opportunity to use in the past, and to be able to use the materials that I have already used to greater skill and more complex pieces. As well as this, I hope to also improve skills in other media, such as drawing, so then I can create more ambitious works.

In the future, after completing the foundation course, I would like to get a degree in Fine Art, and then to do a course in Archeology or in

Thursday, 17 March 2011


For Lovecraft Piece:

-The H.P Lovecraft Literary Podcast

-H.P (All texts are in the public domain)
-The Colour Out of Space
-At The Mountains of Madness

Sunday, 13 March 2011

English Coursework Part 2: Colonel Fawcett and the Lost City of Z Screenplay


EXT. Jungle

Open to a close up shot of a raindrop on a leaf.
As the raindrop moves downwards, the leaf is cut away by a machete.
A figure then moves past, indistinct, followed by other indistinct figures. Suddenly we see all of the figures distinctly. They are men in explorers kit. The men are all spread out in a triangular formation, with FAWCETT at point.


Mato Grosso, Amazon Rainforest, Brazil

There is one man trailing behind, this is RICE. He looks like he was once a plump man, but has lost a lot of weight, so skin hangs off of his frame, and his limbs are covered with BOILS and MAGGOTS, and he does not looked pleased.

"FAWCETT! Slow down! We've been walking for almost ten days now, and we need to rest!"

"No, we don't need to rest, we'll keep going until we find a good place for us to camp, and then we'll rest. But we have to ration our food from here on out, as I've told you already, considering that we lost Stevenson to that jaguar."

"Well I know that, you fool! But why are we out here in this jungle again? To find your accursed lost city, is what! We've been out here for two months now, and no sign of the city!"

"DAMMIT RICE! It's out here, I know it! There IS a city out there, a city that no white man has EVER SEEN! We'll find this city, and show it to the world! We'll be rich, and start a new age of enlightenment! We'll be richer than kings when we return, but ONLY if we find that city!

"But we've spent two months out here chasing wild Indian legends and what? NOTHING! No city! No gold! No enlightenment!"

"Yeah! Wheres the city of gold?!"

"Wheres my gold?!"

"Men, we will find this city, and you will get your gold! I swear we are only a few days out from the city, believe me! Now get moving, we're deep in Quehaxi territory, and their known cannibals!"

The men continue on.

EXT. Jungle

The men are all tired and soaked, it's raining heavily. None of the men are looking happy. Fawcett is at point, leading the group looking stern and angry from the confrontation earlier with Rice. Suddenly he stops and raises his hand, silencing the explorers.

"What is it?"

"Quehaxi. Tread carefully boys, I think that their near."

Suddenly, a six foot long arrow shoots through the throat of #1, turning his scream into a bloody, frothy gurgle. As soon as #1 hits the ground, a rain of massive arrows pelt the expedition, hitting some of the men. A few of the men who get hit writhe on the ground, as the area around their wounds blacken and blister.

"Poison! The arrows are poison!"

"Fire! Exterminates the brutes!"

All of the explorers let loose a hail of gunfire, killing a few Indians. Suddenly, more Indians appear, running forward with clubs, screaming war-chants.

"Keep firing boys!"

FAWCETT is then knocked to the ground by an Indian with a club, who then tries to drag FAWCETT away, by his beard, into the jungle. FAWCETT fumbles for something at his belt, finds it and pulls out an old service revolver, promptly shooting the Indian.
FAWCETT picks himself back up, firing at all the Indians he can see.

"Quickly boys, to the river! We'll swim across the river!"

All of the men tourn around and run through the rainforest to the river. It's wide, but there doesn't seem to be a current, so all the men immediately run in and start to wade, ford, and swim, across, all the while being shot at with arrows by the Indians. As they swim across, some men are hit by arrows and one is dragged under by a giant caiman, and a few drown under the weight of the kit they are carrying.
Rice is struggling under his kit, barely being able to lift his head above water, trying to stay afloat. He is screaming, and flailing his arms around.

"Help! Help! Someone, please help me!"

FAWCETT, who had managed to make it to the other side, turns back and sees RICE in trouble. FAWCETT gets back into the river, and swims to RICE, and tries to removes RICE's bag. RICE puts up a fight and tries to push FAWCETT's head under the surface. After a few seconds, FAWCETT manages to overpower RICE, and punches RICE in the face, knocking him out cold. FAWCETT then removes RICE's bag, but he pauses, pondering if to choose the man, or the bag. After a beat, FAWCETT lets go of the bag, letting it sink to the bottom of the river.

FAWCETT swims back to shore, pulling an unconscious RICE behind him. The few surviving members of the expedition is watching FAWCETT.

"Is everyone okay?"

"MacReady's been hit in the leg with an arrow, we're not sure if he'll survive for much longer. Sam's got a nasty gash on his head, but he'll pull through. We've lost a lot of the men, though."


"Statler, Isley, Hill, Burns, Rodriguez, Stenson, Smitt, Jones and Beausoliel. Most of them to the Indians, except Isley, he was killed by a caimna."

"DAMN! Thats half of the expedition! And our supplies as well!"

"Stenson had some of the maps as well...."



sounding drained
"Don't worry, I have copies, so we won't be lost. Let's set up camp here, I don't think we're in any state to go anywhere today, and it's starting to get dark."