English Poems Revision Archishas
English Poems Revision Archishas
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An unknown girl
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Other notes:
Key:
Bold = Technique
CAPS/italics = quotation/example of technique
Use PEARL – Point, Evidence, Analysis (words like connote/imply/indicate etc.) Reader
response and Link back to the question
‘Lexical choices’
Make sure to answer the question (interlink points!)
For the introduction – introduce context and themes.
Use your connectives and think calmly!
Add more socio-historical context
When talking about structure: ‘Structurally,’…
Reader response common terms: shocks (the reader)… fascinates (the reader)… surprises
(the reader)… makes (the reader) feel sympathy… BECAUSE.
NB: Question 1 will have a focus in the question, make sure to pay attention to said focus
and LINK LINK LINK.
Prose texts:
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The necklace:
(Setting: late 19th century France, this one will have a v specific focus)
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- - Conversational tone:
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I heave open the boot of my car and grapple with the boxes that I would be holding for the
last time. Tomorrow, I would be moving to this new house closer to all the major buildings in
the city. Loading up my items onto a flimsy trolley, I casually stroll into the only entrance of
the building – one that I wouldn’t exit out of.
Just as entering, I fail to distinguish the color change of the sky from a bright azure to a
crimson red.
I frantically shriek as cobwebs greet me at the front door. All I can see inside is old furniture
and the horrid damp smell of eggs, throbbing my head like a persistent toothache. As I had
been listening carefully to the subtle sounds that were coming from inside the house, I had
become aware of the stronger gusts that blew every so often against the brittle-looking walls.
While walking through the place, I spot things that seem out of the ordinary: swarms of flies
laying dead on the old oak flooring, the lack of windows, and the scratch marks on the
already cracked walls. This place needs some renovation.
F’tang! The undeniable sound of a bicycle bell is echoed down from upstairs. Strange.
Thump. Creak. Groan. I climb up the stairs. Thump. Creak. Groan.