It's Not About You


By Ewan
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You’re two Whatsapps from the promenade,
and keep your mobile in your hand,
at this distance you hear a buzz
- the crackle of news being made.
You thumb your screen to Instagram:
you want your fifteen minutes,
so you run towards the screaming,
seemingly oblivious to the counterflow of pain.
Your shaky pixel-poor video has your
at-sign nom-de-phone in the corner:
hashtag atrocity kept at arm’s length
by your phone camera and your own detachment.
You are Jimmy Olsen, you are Marie Colvin
you are a war correspondent for the twittering masses
so you run towards the screaming,
seemingly desperate for this counterfeited fame.
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I really appreciate how
I really appreciate how succintly you've captured 'live' streamer's sickness at play in respect of Nice. One thing, I think it reads much sharper, definitive without 'seeming' in both stanzas. See what you think?
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counterfeit fame is a no
counterfeit fame is a no brainer. facespook, I'll take a look.
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Great idea. You could
Great idea. You could certainly mine it further. Take back the second stanza's explanation and fill it with more visceral imagery. Love the Colvin reference. I would have gotten stuck with Kevin Carter and not moved. Felt the anger of this one.
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You've given a very well
You've given a very well writen and descriptive account of how much society has changed and how distance can be easy through a lens...Sad, heartwrenching, unimaginable horror.
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I had a similar conversation
I had a similar conversation with someone - catching something by accident when you're already filming is one thing, but doing it on purpose... I saw an interview with a witness who was a professional photographer, worked in war zones; he took photos, it seemed by instinct, but looking at the shock in his eyes, it was clear even he wasn't sure why. As for the others - is it a desire for fame, or a feeling that nothing's real if it isn't instagrammed? We can't rely on memory or feeling any more.
Thought provoking.
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