Goodbye, Twentieth Century!

This semester in our English unit with Michael Griffith we explored the Twentieth Century. We were able to delve into many different writers, poets and authors. When exploring the aspects of the Twentieth Century, I was able to develop real insights into a variety of human and social issues that are still current in the Twenty-First Century.

At the beginning of the semester were introduces to the Twentieth Century and the famous Tom Stoppard. In week two, we explored Gerard Manley Hopkins. We were able to understand Hopkins works by writing our own poem with the first line of one of his poems that celebrates the arrival of spring in my part of the world. We were able to experiment with language textures and sounds that were known to Hopkins works. I took the line of The Starlight Night “Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!”.

In Week Three, we explored British Poetry of World War 1. We were asked to write a letter to one of these poets telling them that their vision, their ideas are still valid in our world today. I chose Wilfred Owen and discussed the pain and suffering of the pandemic in this day and age. This making relevance to Owens poetry as he expressed the pain and anger of World War 1. In Week Four, we explored Literary Modernism and poets involved with literary modernism, such as T.S. Eliot. I wrote a short poem in the style of an Imagist and explained my views on them trying to make new approaches to language.

In weeks Five and Six, we explored W.B. Yeats and had a Digital Art Gallery Visit. I was able to connect my own personal experiences with Yeats and discussed his poem A prayer for my daughter and how this related to our present generational issues. This opened my eyes to how relevant Yeat’s poetry was as this is how I feel about many women trying to be feminists although their beauty is seen as self-destruction. In weeks nine, ten and eleven, we discussed James Joyce as well as our interpretation of Nation, Race and Language. I was asked to write a paragraph that continues the sentence by James ““I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can…..” and express my hopes for my own life. This really hit an emotional spot as I’m a hopeless romantic, so being able to express my thoughts on romance allowed me to see how I view romance in the Twenty-First Century.

I am a creative individual that likes to learn through creative writing and concepts. By being able to express my thoughts and views of many authors, poets and writers of the Twentieth Century I was able to understand how this intertwined with our generation at hand. The human and social issues of today’ day and age play a big part in the Twentieth Century view, which makes me wonder if we are repeating past generations without us becoming aware of it. My appreciation for Literature expanded through this unit. Thank you, Michael Griffith, for allowing us to understand the Twentieth Century on a deeper level as you do.

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Peer Review on Georgia’s Letter to W.B. Yeats

20th Century Literature Blog Post #4 – Letter to W. B. Yeats (Creative)

Hey Georgia, 

Your letter to W.B Yeats was extremely captivating. I appreciate how you see his poem “the second coming” as something more relevant now than back 100 years ago. I completely agree with you on this one. Your letter expressed our dark reality and the dark universe around us. I agree that over the last few years everything has become more intense and more horrific. The world actually feels like it is ending. Although, if W.B. Yeats were to be alive and were to reply, I wonder what his response would be… would he agree with us, as he expressed the war in such a horrific way. Would he understand? Your writing was moving and motivated me to delve into more aspects of our surrounding world. Keep up the great work! 

Thanks, 
Evelyn 

Hopes & Dreams

Write a paragraph that continues this sentence by James Joyce and the expresses your own hopes for your life:

“I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can…..”
I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can. As life is as beautiful as one could hope for. Many memories pass on a daily basis. But what do we hope for life? What do ‘I’ hope for life? Everyone is different when it comes to expressing their hopes for life. For me, I hope for a Romance that can last a lifetime. One that opens the door and brings flowers. One that’ll never be forgotten even in the next lifetime. Love that is beautiful, delicate and scarce. Beyond the concept of love… Passion, intimacy, affection…A twin flame, a soulmate. The fairytale date nights where we lay under the stars and dream a little dream. A goofy, hard to find a relationship that builds together and boosts each other for success. A respectful partner that you can bring home to the parents and go for dinner with each other’s families. As they say, ‘behind every successful man is their successful woman’. But beyond that, creating a bond like no other. Although… is romance dead? In this generation, we don’t know what love really is. We see females getting what they want, in one way this is great for us feminists, but then we see our precious females giving themselves up for nothing. What happened to our diamond disguise? What happened to having men around our little fingers? Where is the respect for ourselves? The romance has faded…It’s all gone… But I know there are still beautiful souls out there that still adore a romantic relationship just as much as I do… So I sit back and let the divine universe take part in my rollercoaster life because after all, everything happens for a reason. I am forever grateful for the blessings I receive daily. So it is, and so it shall be.

Photo taken from: https://www.pinterest.com.au/tammym1972/old-fashioned-romance/

Peer Review for Georgias’ Hopkins Blog

https://georgiahoulihan.wordpress.com/category/creative/

Hey Georgia, 

For your first blog, this was quite touching. I loved reading your adaptation to spring. The use of imagery captured moments in the poem that were unique. You expressed your interest in Hopkins work and it realled paid off. I would have loved the poem to be one more stanza long to enhance the moments more but other than that i found your work interesting. I also read a couple of your other pieces of work and was really impressed by your use of literary language. As we have been in a group together i know how you work and it doesnt surprise me that your work is spectacular. Keep up the great work as it is inspirational to others around you. Looking forward to reading more creative and critical work written by you. 

Regards,
Evelyn 

Beauty Is Destructive

Do any of Yeats’ poems connect with your own personal experience? Select one of Yeats’ poems ( or a section thereof) and discuss how the poem connects with your own understanding of the world in which we live.

A prayer for my daughter by W.B Yeats
In courtesy I’d have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty’s very self, has charm made wise,
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

W.B Yeats has a variety of poems that relate to our surrounding world. This particular part of Yeats’ A Prayer for My Daughter connects with my personal experiences and my views of the world we live in. Yeats states that “Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned”, this represented how I view my life. I am a very closed off person, I don’t let many people into my life unless they have proved themselves worthy. In this generation, we are so easily hurt and let down by people we thought cared. Many people take hearts for granted and many people allow others to tread on their feelings. In this generation, suicide rates are increasing as they feel their lives aren’t cared for and have been hurt by various heartless people out there. If Yeats was to write a poem about the current generation it consists of no beauty just pain. Yeats expresses how he wants his daughter to not be ‘entirely beautiful’, this connects with the world we live in today as beauty can be seen as a curse. In saying this, I express beauty to have its downfalls. Many people take advantage of their beauty and allow it to consume their negative actions. Many beautiful females self-destruct as they try to figure out ways to use their beauty and then get name shamed. Although, I believe that in this world we live in, no matter if you are beautiful or not, if you have a kind heart then you will be rewarded with kindness beyond one’s eye.

Photo taken from: https://poets.org/poem/prayer-my-daughter

Peer Review for Tenielle’s ‘The Great Dictator’

Hello Tenielle,
Your critical blog on how effective you think Charlie Chaplin was with his creative challenge to the war was spectacular. You not only pointed out his creative take on The Great Dictator, but you also identified specific imagery that Chaplin implemented to critique the war and the destruction of humankind. You analysed Chaplins work in detail and were able to intrigue me with the flow of your writing. You expressed the immediateness of the wrecking of war and how he used this in a comedic way. I don’t have any critical messages to tell you, the depth of your work has paid off. Well done.
Looking forward to seeing more of your work
Evelyn 🙂

Just Smile

Write a short poem in the style of the Imagists and explain what you think the Imagists were trying to do with their radically new approach to language.

Is life worth living for?
Dark, daring clouds hover over me
I’m drowning in mud that keeps pulling me under
I sit in my bed contemplating,
whether I should stay or go
Control seizing my brain
I don’t see the light

Is life worth dying for?
Sitting on the couch
Listening to the counsellor
Does she even see who I really am?
Am I better off alone?
I push my body to stand up
But all I want to do is sleep

Is life worth sleeping for?
Sleep is my happy place
Can i keep dreaming
And never wake up
My mind creates miracles
I see it… I see the light
The rope around my neck,
Tears raining down my face
One breath…and I’m gone…

Radical new approaches to an Imagists’ language allows the audience to feel the emotions that the poets feel. The poets can express different political and/or social issues, by directly dealing with them through their writing. They use languages that are sharp and sensitive to create imagery. In my poem above I discuss the issue of suicide. Suicide is a major issue that we all face in hard times, by opening up and writing them down allows the audience to see what i see and helps raise awareness to helplines and support services. It also expresses the need for support within the self-harm category. I wrote this poem to capture the urgent meaning that you are not alone, there will always be someone that wants you to stay. This is a movement that needs to continue making changes as the suicide rate escalate each year. By directly expressing this issue in my poem, I am able to raise attention to an issue that can be prevented, even if it’s as simple as a text to say you care.

photo taken from: https://developingminds.net.au/articles-for-professionals/2018/9/25/calm-down-and-take-a-deep-breath-using-relaxation-techniques-and-programs-do-they-really-work-for-childrenteens-with-emotional-challenges

Peer Review on Anna’s arrival of Spring

Hello Anna,
Firstly, let me start off by saying… WOW. Your poem of the Spring arrival is short and sweet. You express your love for the season as you explain the details of nature surrounding you. Your words melt off the tip of my tongue, with an easy flow of the language used. The imagery used in this poem intensifies each aspect of your visuals. If only you could expand a little more, I was captured by your sense of self-awakening in the second stanza. You must love adventure. You were able to grasp the feeling of happiness throughout yourself and the world around you. Loving your work and cant wait to continue reading some more great poems.
Well Wishes,
Evelyn.

Dear Mr Realist

Write a letter to Wilfred Owen telling him that their vision, their ideas are still sorely needed in the world today.

Dear Mr Owen,
Ohh how much we need your ideas in today’s society. You spoke so openly about the sadness and anger that war brings upon us. Your realism still takes effect on people today. When you wrote the ‘Anthem of Doomed Youth’ you were able to capture the means to an end. The evil that war brings and the heartache that comes with it. Unlike other poets that wrote about the idealistic ways of needing to fight for our country, you explored the nature of which war torments us. To this day, we explore every detail of World War 1 and turn to your poems as a reference as well as the pain and suffering that came along with it. Your vision of peace is still valid, even though centuries have passed, we know that they can show the detail of what we don’t want happening again. They say that in our generation, the only war will be pandemics, and whilst we currently deal with this deadly virus at hand we relate to your work and mourn as people pass beside us. Give us insight on how to recover from these sad times. Will we ever resort to ‘Dulce et decorum est’ or shall it remain an old lie? As we move into another century we encounter the governments’ demand for control and the bitterness of isolation. Bring realism to us again, so that we can accept the harsh truth instead of baring the burden that is this failing world. Is it our time to go? Maybe you’re right in your poem ‘Dulce et Decorum Est’, maybe it is an old lie that will never be just again. We sorely need your ideas in this world as it might be crashing down as I speak. Send us help from above as lord knows we need it.
Hope you’re enjoying your eternal life up there.
Best Wishes,
An admirer of all realists.
Evelyn.

Photo taken from: https://www.pinterest.com.au/pin/517139969705167201/

BREATHE

Taking the first line of ‘The starlight night’ G.M Hopkins, I wrote this poem celebrating the arrival of spring in my world. 

Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!

The warmth of spring crawling back to us

The crispy-fresh winds swiftly flowing through

No more cranky clouds and no more teary skies

The sun peeping a smile over the bushes

I climb steep mountains to see the world 

Holding on to each moment 

like koalas hold on to eucalyptus trees

Inhaling new breaths of life 

Look at the mountains! Look, look at the peaceful view! 

Carry me across the skies on a happy cloud

A new season means a new reason to be grateful 

Enjoying each breath as if it were my last 

Watching starling birds fly with me 

Drifting towards the ocean 

Waves whispering good morning 

Fish singing soulful tunes 

Floating higher towards the sun 

Look at the world! Look, look at Spring! 

What a beautiful world we live in 

It feels so peaceful up here 

Looking to the right at the city

little human-like ants running around 

Elephant cars taking turns towards their destination 

Wishing their chaotic life could lead to tranquillity 

Looking to the left at the farms 

Farmers watering our succulent fruits 

Digging up spring veggies

Look at my world! Look, look at me! 

There is a million reasons we should be thankful 

Indulge in self-love and self-discovery 

It is easy to get carried away in the everyday 

But spring brings a new meaning 

New beginnings every time we wake 

Slowly coming back down to earth

Realising that life is about living in the moment 

Capturing each colour, texture and flavour 

Live, laugh and create memories that will last a lifetime.

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