in this entry I want to reflect which insights the study of Australian literature and art gave me as part of human experience.
When I arrived in Australia I had almost no knowledge about the history, landscape, animals, people and their attitude. OZ literature helped me to understand things I experienced here better. Beside it was an interesting journey through all the poems, novels, and literature art pieces which definitely opened my mind and supported me to gain new ideas and thoughts.
At the beginning it was sometimes hard to follow the lectures and tutorials for me. But the blog entries gave me the chance to express myself in a creative and thoughtful way which was not always possible in the tutorials. I can say that I really started to enjoy the blogging and receiving and giving kind and constructive comments. Thanks everyone who took the time to comment on my blog. Especially the comments with constructive critic. This includes also comments on my grammar and spelling. I think OZ literature was a great opportunity to improve my writing. I experienced that creative writing is something which I really enjoy.
I wish I would have been able to understand more of the poems and issues in the tutorials because I absolutely enjoy talking about deeper topics but sometimes I had the feeling that I could not participate in the discussions because of the language. Anyway I improved my understanding of literature, language and Australian culture in this class. Thank you!
I wish you all the best for your exams and a great semester break afterwards,
thank you for your extensive, kind and constructive comment on my blog entry.
In my opinion you did a very good job in express your thoughts on the meaning of “The rarer action is/in virtue than in vengeance”. Your entries are mostly very large but the words you use make sense. So far I have nothing to criticise.
Keep up the good work!
All the best,
in this blog I want to talk about the idea which appeared in the tutorial today. It is about the question about what life is and if it has a sense. We were reading David Malouf´s novel fly away peter. On page 140 at the end of the second paragraph Malouf wrote
“A life wasn´t for anything. It simply was.”
I think this idea is very deep and interesting but a neverending question of humanity about what life is and if it has a sense. What he wrote gave me the feeling that we make life more complicated than it is. For me this quote expresses that we should simply enjoy life, feel life, live life and not worry all the time about what things are about. In my opinion everything has a sense but maybe it has a reason that we are not able to answer this question? Or try to ask google.
Feel free to state your point of view!
first of all thank you for your good and constructive comment on my last post.
You did a very good job in summarising the relations in Patrick Whites “Down in the Dumps”. I totally agree that we all need some kind of relations as human beings – one way or another.
One thing I can say about your blog is rather something visual. For me it was kind of hard to read the grey writing on the black background but anyway still possible.
in this post I want to talk about the power of poems or other forms of art. Lets start with this quote from a TED Talk. For everyone who does not know TED Talks I can hardly recommend to watch them.
“Art exposes and helps resolve issues of social justice. As a cultural tool, art helps humanize and actualize the emotions, grievances, and fears of those who may not have another place to voice concerns. As an illustrative and journalistic tool, art shocks and inspires us to action. What art depicts can illicit a visceral, almost cellular, reaction.”
Focused on the work we read in the last two weeks I would definitely say that it has the power to change the world – at least partially. When we read such poems or other forms of literature we think. Thinking is the beginning of action. Action is the beginning of a revolution. Hence it is not just the text which has the power it is the interaction with humans. Humans created art and art influences our world. But we have to act not the book or paper. If we act on what we read art has a massive power maybe also to change the world.
See you soon,
some of you might ask themselves why my title is as it is. The idea comes from the first task of the blog topic for week eight. The question was how the content of the week maintains “the frame and order of the world”. My thought behind my title is that our physical world has its frame and order but literature has not because the human imagination and creativity is infinite. Nevertheless poems such as “End of the Picnic” by Francis Webb help to maintain the frame and order of the world. They carry a lot of meaning in their words and the own who reads the poem needs a lot of background knowledge to understand the meaning of this poem or others. It reminds us what happend in the past which creates the new frame and order of our world. Hence literature is a very important determiner of people thoughts and beliefs in our society.
Valar morghulis – All men must die. But like aboriginal people did in the past strange men from far far away treated humans without humanity even it was one of their faith´s pillars. According to the law love your next they loved their next. Themselves. Aboriginies were not next to their country their were far away. So they might thought it is just okay to kill them. Treating them less worth than animals. Because they were different. Like they were different to them.
Valar dohaeris – All men must serve. Most of the poems show that the poor indigenous people had to serve in any thinkable ways. Not even searching for excuses why they are allowed to treat them like they did. They just did. What was foreign can be treated badly. But our world thinks in circles in which we have to serve if we want or not. But not in this way. Serving mother earth is not by destroying plants and killing each other.
For everyone who does not know where the two expressions above come from. They are from the book/ TV-show “Game of Thrones” and I thought I´ll bring it in because the new season started a few days ago.
Poem about the Appin Massacred
Why are they so cruel
Why must my mother die
I stand at the edge of the cliff
She is unreachable for me
We will see us in an other world
Hopefully she has no pain
Meeting by the sky father
Men bumped her down
I heard her screams
My soul screamed to
And I knew that I would be next
The devils hand touched me too
And guided me to death
I tried to make myself as soft as a feather
Maybe to fly next to my mother
See you next week,
first of all thank you very much for your constructive comment on my last entry. I also appreciate that you spotted my grammatical errors because it is important for me to improve.
About your entry “The Measure”. I really like that you related it to the current Anzac day. You go very deep in meaning. This is good but for me it seemed that you mentioned a lot of very important things but you did not go further.
Also I like you highlighting of your text. It supports the reader.
Keep on your good work.
All the best,
in this post I want to focus on certain parts of the two poems which were very noticeable to me.
Charles Harpur definitely values the silence of nature. For me his poem sounds like the possibility to escape from our everyday lives. Escape from the “being-all-the-time-up-to-date-society” and relax and enjoy the beauty of nature.
“Not a sound disturbs the air, there is quiet everywhere [..]” (Harpur)
He uses a lot of metaphors and personifications. Furthermore his poem has a nice flow (in my opinion easier to read and to feel than Kendall´s poem) which brings along the relaxation. While doing so he stays in the present tense.
Henry Kendall describes more the appearance of the nature.
“When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together [..]” (Kendall)
“Welcome as waters unkissed by the summers
Are the voices of bell-birds to the thirsty far-comers.” (Kendall)
As you recognise his choice of adjectives is very strong and emotional. To express himself and how he values the nature he uses the past tense and is very nostalgic about the past.
“Often I sit, looking back to a childhood,
Mixt with the sights and the sounds of the wildwood [..]” (Kendall)