This semester I reopened my mind to the literary works concerning war. The war in the 20th century was corrupt and when writing about the events that occurred, all I can express is corruption, I delve deep into the emotions of the soldiers and other individuals involved. Erich Maria Remarque expressed similar ideas through All is Quiet on the Western front as she acknowledged the harsh reality of war and told many stories of the men who had lost so much during the war. of course, certain countries would view her work as a threat because she is highlighting the negative and dark side of the war, whilst countries are trying to glorify it with a merely decent justification. I still think that Remarque had the perfect balance of personal experiences and corruption throughout her novel.
I was thrilled to read my fellow peer’s blog posts each week so that I could explore the different views and ideas everyone had on the same matter. The discussions in class were rather insightful and it was a pleasure to have been a part of such an interactive class.
The performance that my group and I have composed, really allowed me to engage myself in the issues that surround the 20th century, although it is such a long time length, there are significant issues that have carried out even in today’s society. Exploring a period such as the 20th century has allowed me to outline the ongoing issues we face and acknowledge the issues that have been addressed and resolved, giving me hope that resolution in our world will continue.
This semester has been somewhat of a challenge for me as I could not immediately understand nor could I relate to Blake’s work. Although I found great enlightenment in week 3 when I was able to take so much more than what I expected away from a lecture. Blake has taught me to be courageous and believe in myself even when critiques are harsh, he taught me to grow from my mistakes and correct my misinterpretations with extended focus.
“My blakean year” by Patti Smith was a testament to the way Blake’s work was able to influence so many individuals even after all this time. Her song expressed how she embraced all that she feared and encouraged others to do the same as great liberation was to be met at the end of the tunnel. It was also interesting to see someone who was so well known for her other works to be inspired by William Blake. Her song was something that widened my eyes to the world of William Blake even further.
The two nurses songs from The Songs of Innocence and Experience revealed a lot about the inner workings of Blake’s mind, those were two works that I enjoyed analyzing due to the mysterious message that was waiting to be uncovered. many of Blake’s other works were rich with knowledge as well. Some of his illustrations that were made available to my peers and I at the art gallery were so perfectly balanced with knowledge and creativity. the care and construction that went into Blake’s work were confirmed during the visit.
The discussions amongst my peers, Michael and I were brilliant. I appreciate all the knowledge that everyone poured into the tutorials and lectures. It was another experience to see and hear everyone’s interpretation of Blake’s work. While some students would talk about the work, they would express themselves in such a way that made me believe they knew Blake personally.
Overall I had a wonderful semester filled with brilliant ideas and discussion. Thank you, Michael, for yet another great class.
Beautiful expression on your blog this week. I find it very genuine that you know so much history about your family and about what happened in Malta. I found the information in your blog so raw, it was as if you were a journalist or a reporter who had addressed the matter. I think your writing technique shows a lot of self-assertiveness especially when you talk about the distant cousin who was a pilot, these details interested you and that was more than evident through your expression. Well done.
This week your blog is rather personal and I respect your efforts to share that with us. From first glance, I just see a picture of a grandmother and her granddaughter at a celebration. We often see many photos such a this and that is why I have realized, we don’t think about the people in the pictures. You really challenge the phrase “a picture says a thousand words” because you have said less but it is much more powerful. I appreciate how passionately you write and acknowledge your grandmother and the theme of love throughout your blog really does serve some justice to the pain. Well done.
He often has a desire to pain even when his mind is a mess and clarity is an unfamiliar feeling. He had the urge to unleash the prolonged emotions that he has condensed. His father would tell him about the men at work and how the mines seemed to consume their souls. He would tell his father that he too felt his soul was out of reach like the miners and how he felt as though they shared the same conflicting emotions. He was a selfish man but he had to include others to reach the pinnacle of expression.
Turtle and temple gong 1965 by Ian fairweather
You have done a great job of acknowledging the talents of a composer. I agree with you on your idea that Erich Maria Remarque’s work was easy for film-makers and publishers to work with as she has made some remarkable attempts in her works. I can agree with you when you talk about the harsh realities of war and how Remarque was able to shed light on the issues with no fear of being silenced. My only critique would be to elaborate a bit more on the soldiers experience that you touched on just briefly. Keep up the amazing work.
My parents are both of Turkish background. Growing up my mum and my grandma spoke Turkish often so I learnt most of what I know from them. I often find myself unable to translate an expression from Turkish to English and sometimes there is no word in English for the Turkish word I so urgently need to express. This makes me feel as though my thoughts and emotions are sometimes non existent or non communicable in the English language. The sweetest words that leave my mum’s lips are always in Turkish, when I am upset or stressed and need to calm myself down, I talk to myself in Turkish, when I have thoughts of deep love and care, Turkish words are the words I see as best suitable. Even my birth name (Aylin) was given to me as it is a definition of who my parents saw me to be, so naturally I would get rather sad when people could not pronounce my name or when they would make fun of it because it is more than just a name. It is my destiny.
In the Turkish language, Aylin means “moon halo”, The moon is symbolic of a clear and bright aura.