Peer Review!!
xaveyy
Hey Fiorella,
really nice reference to the evoked emotion from Brooke's "The Soldier". The constant allusion to the patriotism described in the quotes from the poem, are the essence of what Brooke has captured in with his "The Soldier". 

Would be careful about saying "proves how the dust conceals the soul" only because with poetry and dead writers and subjective conception, one can hardly prove nor disprove anything but the meaning they have derived, but that's cool, i like what you wrote about the meaning for the soldiers in the text were at peace and that's a great feeling.

regards, Xave.

About Blogging - Sunday Morning at a funeral
xaveyy
Just a thought about blogging... the whole purpose and demeanour assumed is never really certain, the way we do conduct ourselves is generally dependant on context, matter and audience (online and in english are the only certainties, whatever that means).

So this entry has a few questions that might help to define these factors dictating the true nature of the blog, ie. who are we writing for?

When being assessed, we have an idea of who we are writing for and acknowledge with the manner of writing and content. Henry David Thoreau said something along the lines of "Never write unless it gives you the greatest pleasure".

If the greatest pleasure or refuge of a journal, is in the solace of your thoughts transcribed to paper, flourishing, blooming and dying there in the private darkness of the page,

Then the sharing of such ideas would be a humbling and yet context changing experience.

So the point of the exercise must be to assess how you write for yourself or it couldn't be a true blog. No?

Therefore the exercise and assessment would be called, marking people on how they write for themselves? I dunno.

Because they must be shared, does it betray a core intention behind the original blog? jst a two-dimensional thought i had anyway.

the horror
xaveyy
Explain to someone what you think Marlow actually saw in those closing moments of Kurtz's life.

Self-loathing, admiration, integrity. What Marlow suggests, more than the blaze of glory Kurtz is going out in, is the lack of own reason and deathbed soliloquy he himself couldn’t fulfil. “I found with humiliation I would have nothing to say.” Marlow describes with such admiration, the victory of morals Kurtz has achieved. Although his tribulation may have defeated him in body, “since I had peeped over the edge myself”, the admiration also strongly suggests an inherent resentment in himself. So in talking about himself in comparison to Kurtz, knowing that his number was up, though in death, aspects of life can appear so mundane, the tying up of loose ends with a final gained sense of self, Kurtz monologue was aloof with wonderous marvel compared to the lesser man’s (Marlow himself).

The motif of the candle in death alludes to, I think the light of civilisation Kurtz was intended to bring and share in Africa. Though Kurtz could not see the light in front of him, Marlow reveres him saying he had captured a glimpse, suggesting that he had perhaps transcended even the status of man in his own sense of actualisation. This literary criticism parallels the emptiness felt in the absence/death of what we feel is “great” or “remarkable”.


Beyond Kurtz’ death, the lie Marlow gives to Kurtz’ betrothed, further alludes to the lie we must tell ourselves, in western society, that the innocents must never know the price of liberty that has been paid for with the truth.

That's what I think anyway, seems to hold some legitimacy in this claim. 

regards, xave.


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xaveyy
Hi, My name's Xavier, I'm 23 years old and studying a bachelor of arts and social work. Assumedly you were linked here from ACU Learning Evironment Online, if not, with all due respect please alt+F4. Haven't posted yet but when i get a topic worth mentioning you can be sure there'll be words on it.

feel free to look around. as usual, read murakami and don't forget that in intelligent humour, he who laughs loudest, doesn't get it.

regards, x

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