Peer Review Seven.

Hey Gabirelle!

You have such a beautiful poetic touch to your writing!

Well done on a fabulously written poem. I have always struggled reading poems that did not contain a rhyme sequence, however yours flowed eloquently. I specifically enjoyed the line, “for it is in the calm, we feel, and in the calm, we know”. It is here where you have summed up everything we have learned about nature over our literature experience into very simple, yet powerful words. This shows not only your dedication to expressing your knowledge, but also your depth of understanding in what any poet or author tries to convey.

I was also impressed by the two lines, “be one with your senses”, and “Let your body, take you to the discovery of you!” These two sentences tied together in the same stanza allow the reader to understand the connection between humanity and nature.

Well done on a great entry!



Blog Seven. Seminar with David Malouf.

What do you learn most from the interactive seminar that we had with David Malouf last week.


Last week, our class had the honour of hearing from David Malouf himself about the insights into his book, Coversations at Curlow Creek. After having studied this novel in class for a number of weeks, it was surreal to have had the author in the flesh, so to speak, answer our questions and include his own thoughts into our class discussion.

One thing he mentioned that was very insightful was quite early in the seminar. He spoke of his early journey upon writing this magnificent story and revealed his uncertainty of what direction this book was heading in. As he was trying to figure out relationships between characters and settings of the story, he was only certain of one thing – and that was that he was going to write this book. This, although it may seem pointless toward the major theme of the novel, really stood out to me. It was humbling to hear that someone as successful as David Malouf also questioned himself and his capability in writing a story. It is encouraging, especially during this heavy and chaotic time of the university semester, that we, as students, are not alone in questioning our ideas that we write. In fact, by doing so, we are on the right path.


Peer Review Six.

Hey Nigel,

Would like to initially thank you for your bravery in this piece! You have shared a part of your journey with us as readers. Your warm and soft tonality in writing this piece helps the reader to know that there is a positive outcome in the end. Additionally to this, you have expressed your personal perspective on Webb’s poem with your own story. Any great poet uses their life experiences in their writing which is what you have shown here. You should be proud of yourself!

Enjoy the break and see you in class.

Blog Six. Death’s Row.

Write a paragraph in which you imagine yourself on death’s row with a few hours left before you are executed.


For this week’s blog I have tried to collect my thoughts into the mindset of what it would be like knowing I am going to die in a short few hours. I strayed away from questioning whether my life had enough purpose and leant more towards a successful life being taken away. I think what influenced this particular piece and direction of writing was the amount of study I have completed this semester on the cruel manner in which Aboriginal people were treated. Their life was their own, however was claimed by other’s and taken so emotionlessly.


Death has always been far away. I was born and I had my whole lifetime ahead of me. I was five and I still had only just begun. I was twelve and I started high school. By this point I felt I had lived such a long time, as all I had known was school. I was fifteen and I had my first love. That loved pursued and I had my whole life to look forward to.

I am twenty. I am engaged to be married. I have graduated. I have a full time job. I have a house to move into to make it a home. I have a family to start. I have three hours left of my life. And, I am innocent.

All I will know is twenty. I will never marry him. My years of study only resulted in two years of working. The house will be empty. There is no home. No family. All I can do is sit here, chained, in this three hour pool of cold darkness and wait.

My entire life leading up to this moment felt quicker than the three hours before me. I am not where I thought I would be at twenty when I was five. I have everything I want yet I cannot reach it. I am numb. All I can picture is the home I should be moving into being an empty house. He’ll sit there alone as I sit here alone, and maybe, just maybe, it will feel like we are together again. I didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye.

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Peer Review Five.

Hey David,

Your blog post this week really showed the great understanding you have of the novel. It is obvious through the way that you write that you love David Malouf’s style and have found it easy to understand. Whilst your retelling of the novel was entertaining and helpful to read, I struggled to find what blog topic you had posted your entry on. I realized after that you had posted your blog before Michael even posted the topics (amazing!). I thought you had taken on the challenge to write your own blog topic, which is great! Perhaps mentioning at the start of your entry what your topic is as it guides the reader to understand the post more fluently. Like mentioned before, your entry was clear and concise so it was not a major issue. I also admire how our tutorial finished exactly and hour ago and your blog topic for the week is already published!

Well done on having a thorough understanding of the novel. Your insights in class are always helpful.


Blog Five. Francis Webb.

Chose any one of Webb’s poems that we explored in class and say what it is that you find most attractive in it. This is not a lit. crit. essay, but your own personal response to the power of poetry.


Francis Webb was a famous poet born in 1925. My favourite poem of his is titled Five Days Old and was dedicated to Christopher John.

For this blog post, I am simply going to pull out certain quotes from the poem and interpret their meaning.

Stanza one:

“You are given into my hands out of the quietest, loneliest lands” This line paints the picture of a mother giving birth and the persona depicting his emotions felt after the first physical contact. The mention of the quiet and loneliest lands has two meaning for me: firstly, the newborn was hope personified. The land was lonely until this baby breathed its first. And secondly, time stood still throughout this moment of birth to highlight the importance and significance of this child.

Stanza two:

“The tiny, not the immense” something so great has been taught and caught through a creation so tiny. This line continues in to say, “will teach our groping eyes” which emphasizes the loss and lack that man has, that has been so confidently replaced by the wisdom that this baby has brought.

Stanza three:

“Humbly and utterly lost in the mystery of creation” ‘creation’, meaning the baby and the earth both guiding the persona to reach his deepest thoughts. This also can link to his acceptance and realization of his experience through the mental ward.

Stanza Four:

“Too pure for my tongue to praise, that sober, exquisite yawn” this line could capsulate the entire essence of the poem as it refers to the innocence of the baby. The term ‘sober’, meaning untouched, unaffected and uninfluenced by the world – purely fresh, almost a blank canvas with a whole lifetime ahead of good choices and purity.

Stanza Five:

“Tell me what I hold – Myrrh? Frankincense? Gold?” This line was particularly difficult for me to understand, after much thought I have concluded that this line radiates the revelation that this newborn baby holds more than materialistic objects. This baby is priceless.

Stanza Six:

“Out here by the manger. In the sleeping, weeping weather we shall all kneel down together” sense of the end of suffering and acceptance taking over.


This poem was said to be his best poem. I agree with this statement as I enjoyed the simplicity in wisdom discovered through creation. His journey of acceptance of his experience in the mental ward is represented in the moment he held this baby. I particularly admired how the quick moment of the first physical touch could not be expressed in the same length of the time that it happened, but rather, in poetry form.


Francis Webb Commemorative Reading of his Poetry- this Saturday 12 September, 2015.


I have decided to contrast the two photos of Francis Webb and a five-day-old baby to portray the differences in their lifetime. Webb, looks weighed down by the world – carrying heaviness and burdens. The baby, on the other hand, looks the complete opposite – fresh and ready to start a brand new chapter. Physicalising Webb’s poem with these two photos enhances my understanding of the journey he went through. His journey seemed so detrimental that I believe the flawed minds of humans can only understand a fraction of it.

Peer Review Four.


Hey Brittney, great blog post!

I enjoyed your opener that provided some background information on Francis Webb himself. This shows your depth of research toward the topic. It was eye opening to read your perception of the colour green, and the meaning that it had upon you. You expressed the meaning of the colour to represent the richness of life and growth. To me, the colour green is associated with jealousy and evilness so I enjoyed reading a different perspective.

It was interesting to see that you referenced your knowledge of Webb’s faith. Although this is a platform for personal expression and therefore deep research is not necessarily needed, your reference shows your interest in his background context and how it resonates in his work. The only thing I would critique is that you did not add a works cited or a link to your reference. Although it is not needed in blogs, it would have been nice to link your reference for the reader to enhance the credibility of your added research. You deserve the credit after the hard work!

Overall, I think you have amazing insights toward Webb’s poetry and I admire how reading your work opens my mind to more perspectives.

Well done!

Belle 🙂