Weeks 12 comments cont.



I liked how you were able to connect economics and literature. Its a great tool when you can take something and relate it to something completely different, it shows a great understanding. Lol seems you have been paying more attention in economics than i thought :P




This is a great poem, though it would have been great to see a poem of your own in either comparision or contrast to this poem. Either way the poem was still good and now I can say I know a Ukrainian poet.

Year 2-Literature entry Week 12

The end of a semester!!!


And not to sound too pessimistic, but frankly I am quite ready for it to be over. This semester, unlike the first two, has drained me; the holidays will be a welcome rest.

 I might even learn the guitar!!!

Or take singing lessons!

Or go overseas! This though seems unlikely due to my monetary challenges…

Maybe bungee jumping! Wait the monetary challenges…

Who knows what I will do? I just know I welcome any offers that come my way.


We had a very interesting tutorial this week and I have a lot to write about, but first I will talk a little about our lecture.

The main thing I wish to talk about is an artist’s perception. We have read Wilde’s “The Importance of Being Earnest”, but in the lecture we got to view a film based on the play, showing a different artists view, the part I wish to focus on is the end.

The play ends with the character Jack finding out that Lady Bracknell is in fact his Aunt, and that his actual name isn’t Jack, but rather Earnest John like his father. This meant that Gwendolyn had found her Earnest and Lady Bracknell was sufficed with their engagement. This lent the play a funny note to finish on, showing that no real growth had emerged in the characters, providing satire against the high class of his time. The film though depicted a different ending.

In the film Jack tells Gwendolyn that his name is in fact Earnest, as in like in the play is very happy, though in the film Lady Bracknell finds the records and sees that his father’s name was John not Earnest, leading to a difference, yet slight similarity due to the same names being used. Lady Bracknell though shows a softer side in the film as she disregards this name difference by throwing away the record as she sees Gwendolyn and “Earnest’s” happiness. This is totally different to the play; the film shows a lighter sight to Lady Bracknell and highlights the satire. It shows the director/writer of this film wasn’t sure the subtle of Wilde’s writing was suitable for all audiences so he may have thought that by exaggerating the end was more appropriate. I personally find both artists ending adequate; Wilde’s because it highlights that no growth had taken place, which would have been the view of his time. The director/writer of the film though chooses to show the humour more evidently, Jack/Earnest lying to get the girl and Lady Bracknell easing up, to give the audience more of a happy ending. I know I may have waffled I just felt it necessary to highlight different views of art.

This was a poem I wrote after class on the train. Not sure if it’s about me or a fictional person, I guess it’s a bit of both.

Don’t shy away, stand tall and proud;

Keep your smile shining, cry your voice loud.


Strum if you want to; never fear you’ll fail;

Go ahead, push that Ivory; discard the veil.


Don’t shy away, Do it for you.

Don’t hide your talent, happiness will ensue.


Do you dare not try, could you bare that fate?

A life not tried could lead to self hate.


In our tutorial today we looked some more of Wilde, Preface to “The Picture of Dorian Gray”.  Some of the lines of this passage either rang true to my own beliefs or shone some more light on the person Wilde was. Each quote is in the order it would come in the passage; firstly:


“To reveal art and conceal art is the artists aim”


I found this to be rather contradictive of Wilde’s persona. Although I realize films do not accurately portray a person’s life, in the film we watched on Wilde after his play finished he stood out in front of the audience and genuinely enjoyed his feat, he proudly showed himself off, hardly concealing himself. I feel this may be somewhat related to “De Profundis”, where Wilde after explaining what brilliance he had, claims “I let myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease.” This could be a senseless act, not concealing his art, becoming overwhelmed by his own genius.


“The highest and lowest form of criticism is a form of Autobiography”



I found this quote is Wilde explaining that we show much of our self through the criticism of others work. In our own criticisms of others and others work we show whether we are enthusiastic, quiet, happy, hate filled, light, dark, kind and the list goes on. If someone was to read my or others LiveJournals were we openly critique the works of others, they would get a fairly extensive view of us.


“There is no such thing as a moral or immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. That is all.”


I feel this is Wilde’s opinion against censorship. A book cannot be immoral if it is well written; if it’s well written and has a clear message to send than it cannot be immoral. Books can though be poorly written, where if there is no meaning and a book is just smutty, or violent for no reason it isn’t immoral just a poor written piece of literature.


“We can forgive a man for making useful things as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is if one admires it intensely.”


I feel this is Wilde’s view of things. He understands why others create useful things but he doesn’t feel they deserve admiration; they have a purpose and should be used as such. Though he feels that art, although useless, is the only thing that deserves ones intense admiration, he doesn’t wish you to find a use for it or to judge why it is, just admire it for it; art for arts sake.


“All art is quite useless”

I just really enjoyed this quote because it backed up my previous point about art being useless, but is there to be admired by all.


Overall this has been a very challenging semester. The introduction of the E-Portfolio, which I’m now led to understand will become very beneficial in my career, which will have a significant part saved for my literature exploits.

This semester I found Tolstoy to be the most enjoyable; his writing was so intense and real, I could feel his passion in every page and I enjoyed that he didn’t feel the need to always finish with a happy ending. I also enjoyed Wordsworth and the other romantic poets, their views and ideals rang true to me and I felt a connection with them.


So goodbye first semester, be sure to know that I will not forget you anytime soon.

I now welcome 20th century literature, a subject I am very much looking forward too having a tangible connection with.


Jake Dowers J



After I had finished this post I began to think of my upcoming holidays this poem came to mind. I know this was a very large post but this is the last for the semester so I thought why not add it anyway.



I see six weeks in front of me,
Why do I feel so stuck?


I leave one institute and enter another;

Fine, it may be a metaphor for my mind,

Still those four walls are suffocating.


 My friends fly away,

I’m grounded.

I expected 900, though as a

Student only receiving casual work

I clearly didn’t deserve it.


Can you please fly me away?

Anywhere will do.

Boredom suffocates creativity

Well it does in this case.


Why whine to a pad?

You cannot help.

I guess I will just suppress

And look towards the boring,

Faraway, seemingly unobtainable future.


Try a smile;


No Thanks.

Weeks 11 and 12 comments


This was an awesome little narrative. I started to think about truth and how some of it related to me and then stopped and went who cares, it doesn't matter, it's just good lol.
If you write anymore be sure to add it, I would be interested to read more.


Much passion here Manu.

I can relate to your anger at the almost incomprehensible stupidity of some, but I tend to feel sorry for those so either ill or uninformed. I just hope we as a world can keep moving forward and respect and understand everyone for who, what and why they are

"Thank science we live in a postmodern, post-colonial age." :)


Great entry Luke, see i knew you could do it.
I really related to many of your views relating Tolstoy, especially "Master and Man" and your views relating towards Vassily and Nikita.
Using Youtube videos? Now your trying to show me up lol.
Good work bud.


Too bad I wasn't in your lecture I always love a good two sided heated debate. I also liked your analogy, I'm still standing, I agree, I'm still standing too, but after this semester those legs began to get rather tired, next semester I might bring a cane to school lol. Jake

Year 2-Literature entry week 11

In lecture we looked at the life of Wilde and in my tutorial we looked at the poem of a man hell bent on educating and colonizing who he thought were wild.

 File:Oscar Wilde portrait.jpghttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Oscar_Wilde_portrait.jpg

Rather unexpected this week was that we didn’t go into more depth of “The Importance of being Earnest”; I expected this would be the majority of my week in literature; this though was not the case. We looked more at the life of Wilde, rather than his literature.

Wilde was in fact a wild man, flamboyant, bisexual, brilliant. This didn’t fare well with the upper crust of society, with those who made the rules. Wilde played by his own rules, he enjoyed the company and intimacy of younger men, whilst still remaining a married man, this was a greatly unspoken, and frowned upon act, and more so in this time, was deemed illegal. Wilde wrote his plays to speak out against the stuffy, snobbish, high-class people and their beliefs; he spoke out against this marriage for wealth and class, as he himself obviously believed in free, unabashed love and lust. I feel that Wilde enjoyed pushing these boundaries, otherwise what would he have gained for it.

Wilde had his many doubters, critics, and satirists, obviously those his plays mocked, but also some famous poets and writers. One for example is W.S. Gilbert, whose “If your Anxious for to Shine in the High Aesthetic Line” is an obvious parody or Wilde and other like people. With lines such as “A languid love for lilies does not blight me”, and “As you walk your flowery way”, and various other lines. This song/poem, somewhat mocks Wilde’s soft demeanor, odd ways, including clothing choices, and love of beauty. These traits of Wilde's like previously stated were very uncommon of the time, so it wasn’t uncommon to have people with differing views and opinions.


In our tutorial we read a much different poem, Rudyard Kipling’s “The White Man’s Burden”. A poem he wrote in 1899, about the his views on what the white man was to the face;  “burden and responsibility the proper, educated, colonized white, had to change and help, the unfortunate Philippine people”.


This was a very well written poem, and I could see that a like-minded person in Kipling’s time would have saw it to be a brilliant piece of literature, though times change, and now it can be seen as very racist; lines such as “Half-devil and half-child.”, and “The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard”, only reiterate the point. It seems Kipling felt it was a national duty to go in and attempts to colonize different countries, in this case the Philippines, this is shown through,

“Take up the White Man's burden--
Send forth the best ye breed--
Go bind your sons to exile
to serve your captives' need;”

This might show that Kipling felt that the colonizing these places was helping; they would send forth their best to these strange lands, almost put them into exile, all to serve the needs of these people whose lives would only be enriched by the introduction of these white men. Due to Kipling writing this in a time where this was a widely accepted view it’s hard to completely criticize him, though as we were shown next, not all shared this view in this time. In the same year, not long after Kipling’s poem, a poet named Henry Labouchere wrote “The Brown man’s burden”. This play was a fantastic satire of Kipling’s using the same themes, often words and keeping with the same rhythm. Some lines from Labouchere’s poem that show obvious parody are, “Then in the name of freedom don’t hesitate to shoot”, commenting on the white man’s killing of the brown man; “And if his cry be sore, That surely need not irk you-- Ye've driven slaves before.”This is commenting on the relationship between slavery and colonizing.

I found both poems to be well written, but I would have to say I enjoyed Laboucheres better because I am a fan of satire, and I enjoyed the meaning it conveyed.


A few things from my commonplace book; First one was written whilst under fever, don’t know if it makes that much sense, but have chose not to edit it.

I, full of lethargy,

Restrain from useful endeavors.

I shall not fight myself

To attain such torture.


Much too much effort

For these, I rather sit

And ponder, no, sit

And sleep, I wouldn’t

Want to stop said lethargy.


Arise sick spirit for you

Treat me unwell;



Second one was whilst sitting in my bed, still feverish and someone must have left a tap dripping, it became very annoying, yet I didn’t want to get out of bed to fix it.


Drip, drip, drip…

Can you hear it?

Are you sure?

Listen closer.


Drip, drip, drip…

See I told you,

I believe it’s getting louder;

Like a drill through my mind.


Drip, drip, drip…

It’s intense; intense and deep,

Like each drop is scolding,

Burning, piercing my mind.


Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip………

This noise seems to swell my eyes,

Plump full of tears and anguish.

Won’t you make it stop?

Why won’t you make it stop?



Is that slowing?


I couldn’t have taken another minute,

My head was on a collision course

With imminent explosion.



Oh no, still it goes.


Drip, drip…

No it hasn’t stopped, I can’t take it;

I must escape this class, or is it school,

Or is it life?



This continuous annoyance remains,

And I have come to the realization

That this and other annoyances will

Continue to remain for a long time to come.


I just have to deal with it




Week 10 comments



I agree, this has been an exhausting semester, I found it much harder than year 1. I'm just glad I'm not the only one. :)



“It is all just a little bit too much communist for me."
Funny I had similar views along this line, and also the class struggle in these two plays does get a bit too much.

I also enjoyed your photo's clear and evident talent.


Year 2-Literature entry Week 10

This has been one very long semester, I feel rather drained. I’m not sure if this is my sentiment or if others feel the same; not long to go now though I guess…

Anyway onto another week of Literature…

This week we again focused on the work of Anton Chekhov, his play “The Cherry Orchard”, though this week we began to also analyse Oscar Wilde’s play “The Importance of Being Earnest.”
Two plays although written by different people from different countries, they have many similarities.

As I have now have read and performed a large part of “The Cherry Orchard” I am beginning to get a good grasp of what the play is about; it’s about self importance, stature in the community, pride, class and fear of change. This play focuses on the end of an era; Madame Ranevskaya is a very proud woman of a high class, who has come to expect certain things. One, she will always be rich; two, she will always be respected and three, she will have no problem getting on in life, things will just take care of themselves; this though is not the case. Lopakhin, a merchant and close family friend, though of lower class, is very smart and has a lot of money. He offers to help Madam Ranevskaya and the family, though this falls on deaf ears, so he swoops in and gains the benefits. This reminds me of a little Australian film, “The Castle”; the similarities are, firstly both have an array of humorous characters, though more importantly it’s these lead character fight to save and preserve their beloved houses; which have very little use, and are most probably being offered a better deal if they sell.

Another similarity one more Australian attitude shared; although “The Cherry Orchard” is Russian I seem to see an attitude not dissimilar to that of “She ’ll be right mate”, that all will work out on its own, not to worry, though this attitude often has its flaws. It isn’t always right mate, things need to be assessed, figured out, planned, and while Madam Ranevskaya was of this attitude, Lopakhin wasn’t, he saw the problem and took steps to fix it, and in the end he ended up the big winner.


I haven’t read much of “The Importance of Being Earnest” yet, though from what I have so far grasped, it’s like “The Cherry Orchard”, is a humorous play, that is concerned heavily with the importance of class. “The Cherry Orchard was meant to be a comedic play, but I feel it will be a different kind of comedy compared to this play. This seems much more tongue in cheek, much more satire, so I’m kind of looking forward to reading more. I’m assuming that next week will be much more focused on this play, so I will have more to say next week.


In my commonplace book I had an interesting thought. My thought was "Does a pen need a hand to create?"
Is a pen just a tool for our creativity or are we just the tools that hold them in place so they can create???
I may write something on this idea, or I might not, lets see how much creativity I can muster.

I also wrote a poem about the fog, here it is;


Its pure immenseness engulfs everything;
cars, buildings, people, everything;
you cannot escape it, don't try and escape it.

Its sheer thickness squeezes life dry;
we know it will soon disperse,
but what will remain.

You cannot see the grand building,
but you know it's there, right?
Do you?
Do you trust in the unknown?
Do you believe in what you can't see?

The question then arises,
is there a fog, or am I just choosing
to omit; are we all affected?
Or just I.

Will I ever know?
Intense thoughts for a Wednesday morn'.
I shall refrain and just enjoy the train.


week 9 comments


What a great quote!
"I am a hypocrite and bullshit artist. My paint is words and my canvass is your mind. Fiction is my metaphor for truth. There must be a True God for I follow in the steps of the Devil. Why? Co's its easier...please don't judge me.
Especially "My paint is words and my canvass is your mind."
Is it yours? or did you find it?

Year 2-Literature entry week 9

I said last week that I was looking forward to reading Tolstoy’s “Master and Man”, and it didn’t disappoint. Once again a very engaging story, one which had me enthralled from start to finish. I have learnt from Tolstoy’s stories that although he is from a rich upper class family, he has an unflattering view of them, and seems to admire those less fortunate people; as in Nikita from this story, and Gerasim from “The Death of Ivan Ilych.”

Tolstoy always seems to highlight the greed; the incessant search for wealth and power, the way the rich look down and patronize those they felt were of a lower class, and an almost detachment from their family, although Andreevich had genuine affection for his son; his heir.


“Master and Man” like the other stories I have read from Tolstoy did not have any great over emphasis of plot or swerve any great distance from the idea of the story. It was a rather simple story; rich man and servant take off on horse to purchase property, snow becomes too great and instead of taking shelter, two instances in fact came to take place, the rich man continued to trek on with greed and pride the leading factors, they got lost, rich man whilst trying to save servant begins to freeze to death, then learns lesson near death bed about life, servant lived on.

This is obviously a poor attempt at attempting to describe Tolstoy’s work, it’s just that I wished to shows that although the story is simple it’s what Tolstoy does with this simple story, characters and setting that makes his stories so powerful.

We find early on that Nikita is an alcoholic who is on a self imposed alcohol ban after losing his clothes, though what Tolstoy has the great capacity to do is change our opinions, or more so tell us how to feel by his writing, he wanted us to like Nikita, to feel sorry for the poor slave, and he also wanted us to have a less than flattering view of Andreevich, so when he has this big change at the end we are warmed by this power and wealth hungry man’s realization of his misdeeds.

Tolstoy has a power over his readers; it’s something that I have yet to feel about many other writers.


In our tutorial this week we looked at “The Cherry Orchard”, by Anton Chekhov. Although we only managed to scratch the surface of this play I was rather enjoying it. Like Tolstoy I feel that Chekhov has a great grasp of character; he was able to create many different characters and to give them all some fascinating trait that keeps the reader/audience interested. 

I have yet to have any great insight into the meaning of the story or really any argument for or against it, seeing as how we have only completed the first quarter of the play, so more in-depth analysis will most probable come in my next post.


I seem to be having a mini writers block, I can write a few good paragraphs but nothing of actual fruition comes to be. I though will add a few snippets from my commonplace book that I feel were not that terrible, here they are: 


Cast off those shackles!

They just bind you still.

They hold you back,

Resist your will.



A silent drum beats slowly in my mind,

Keeping rhythmic pace, consciousness in a bind.



My teeth numb;

My face shivers;

There is a crawling deep,

Pure, slowly embedding into my skin.


My eyes droop, and turn

To dark; I wish to close them;

So close them I will.



week 8 comments



Regardless of the fact that he is a Manly player, hating Brett Stewart is like hating Bambi. Big call! lol

See I knew you could write a massively epic entry, you just had to write about something tht you were interested in.






Very well written indepth LJ post. I agreed with majority of it. I thought I would comment because your initial paragragh was exactly how I felt.
"I enjoyed reading Tolstoy’s short story as I found it engaging and catching as the language was easy to understand. I think because it was easy to understand I was drawn into being able to take something away from it, compared to Charles Dickens’ novel “Hard Times” which I completely found complicated to understand."
This was like it came out of my mouth, so i am obviously in agreeance with it :)

Year 2-Literature entry Week 8

This week was Tolstoy!

I find this man’s writing utterly riveting.

It’s expressive, meaningful, though easy to read.

It’s compelling, entertaining, and has me hooked from start to finish.

Novelist supreme: Leo Tolstoy.: www.theage.com.au/.../02/18/1171733609349.html


I’m not even that sure why I enjoyed his few select stories I read, it’s not as if I can really relate to any of it. It might just be his expressiveness, the way he goes into such important detail for each part of his stories. In our tutorial Leo explained that Tolstoy was and is criticized for this expressiveness; he went on to say people claimed that Tolstoy wrote too much about certain unimportant parts of his stories. I disagree. I found that everything Tolstoy wrote had a meaning and was somewhat important to the structure or meaning of his story; anyway enough about this, onwards towards his stories.


“The Death of Ivan Ilych”

I found this to be a great satire against Russia and its people in Tolstoy’s time; also I found it to somewhat similar to “Hard Times”, by Dickens. We are introduced to a few characters that have just been informed that their friend/acquaintance has just died. These characters though seem more concerned about who will be filling in for bridge, or who gets the property or the money when the property is sold. This story is very cold to me; it describes the act of marrying for the sake of marrying. Ilych wasn’t in love with his wife, he didn’t even think she was the best looking woman he had met, only the best looking in his specific class; this seems almost ridiculous to many people now, but it was rife back then and still can be rife now. There is no love here, husband and wife, father and children, friends. This seems to be a very cold world were people live to work and make money not visa versa. I did enjoy this story though the story I was fonder of was…


“The Kreutzer Sonata”    

MG had warned us that this will be a story to “wreck us” (I believe that this was how it was worded); and wreck me it did. It was like slowly drifting into the mind of a madman; this story was absolutely all engulfing. I’m not sure whether it was Tolstoy’s idea, but I felt like the character in the story, not the murderer, but the man listening to the tale, was meant to be the reader; reader = listener. The listener had few words spoken and I feel was also totally engulfed by this somewhat horror story told by the strange man on the train. Like “The Death of Ivan Ilych” this story again showed either the lack of love that may have been rampant in Russia at the time, or again showed Tolstoy’s anger and dissent at what he felt wasn’t a true love. I feel much of what the protagonist was saying Tolstoy shared his views; maybe not as the protagonist was saying but rather again as a satirist. I just wanted to read each next page, wanting to know how the murder took place, and due to Tolstoy’s great skill although much wasn’t given away he dangled enough on the string to keep you reading on. The most devastating part for me what this stories end as I tend to believe there was no remorse shown. Although “forgive me” was repeated, I don’t believe it was due to his murdering, rather the marriage. The protagonist feels that he should never have married his wife, and if they were never married she would never have been murdered. I still feel that he feels that she deserved what she got, but that he feels that if they never got married she would never have had been afflicted with this death, leading to his cries for forgiveness. This ending kept me thinking for a long while. To finish I will add a trippy little poem I wrote during a massive headache and mild sickness, struggling through geography…


The whispers urge, so do I falter?  

Walk in sleep and rarely halter.


A man in a hat with shoes on his fists,

A smile, a wave; this fun I have missed.


Hello my friends are you coming visit,

On the floor we will sleep with stories implicit.


A goose in a hat, a penguin with shame,

A man in a suit, the penguins to blame.


A voice in my head, urging my will,

A ghost in my shirt leading me still.


A brick for an eye, a tongue made of mortar,

Imagination overload, brains melt to water.


I look forward to reading “Master and Man”