Summative Entry

What insights has your study of Australian Literature and Art given you into the importance of creativity as part of human experience?

Australian Literature and art has never been my area of focus overall. When I started this unit, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to learn more about Australian Literature. The way I saw it was that it was an Australian perspective on how literature was. How ignorant! I hadn’t realised that there was a whole scene of Australian literature that I was not aware of.

As Les Murray’s poem “The Cool Green” expresses,  “How did money capture life; away from poetry, ideology, religion? “. We/ I am so blinded by the glitter and gold that the only thing I see is stars. I didn’t notice the beautiful night sky that was a home to these stars. All I could focus on was the brightest sky. Michael has been the grey clouds (not because of his hair) that brings the rain and thunderstorm, which made me realise that there is so much more to the sky than just a handful of bright stars.

I couldn’t name a single Australian artist before I started this unit. Now I can name more than 15! And what baffles me more is that I can relate to more of them than what I could imagine. As I’ve progressed through the blogs for this unit, I’ve titled them mostly with single words or short phrases, and it is truly a reflection on how this unit has helped me correct some of my ignorance.

My first blog is titled The Crude Reality, it is my first look into reality and how unaware of it I was. It was a self reflection on how the English language has allured me into studying it and embracing it more than my mother tongue. I can still feel the adrenaline on the tip of my fingertips as I typed that blog out, while I read the post. I believe that it is one of my best critical. My second blog is titled Treaty?, it refers to the song by Yothu Yindi and also to the unjust Australia Day that celebrates Australia but mocks the aboriginal community.

My third blog is titled Predictability and it reflects the me coming face to face with how predictable our life has become and how much it bothers us when we can’t have things our way; this is followed by Assertion which boosted my acceptance of this unit, reflected by the Untitled (Jupiter Well to Tjukula) painting by Uta Uta Tjukula. This progresses through with my other blogs and ends with Purpose and Reflection.

I believe that this unit has given me a purpose to follow what I believe in although it may not seem like the best alternative in the present scenario. It made me reflect on how vain my life has been and how governed by success and ignorance it has been. This unit has given me strong female role models like Mary Gilmore and Judith Wright, who have always fought for what they believed in. And other role models like Kim Scott, who was not ashamed for who he is and who fought for his own people.

This unit has been a rollercoaster ride. I started out nervous, after a few seconds in – thought it might’ve been a bad idea but fell in love with that adrenaline rush and would go back for more.

Thank you, Michael. You made this unit even better than it already was.




A Mid-Summer Noon in the Australian Forest by Charles Harpur is a beautiful poem that emphasises on a single strong presence that leads to silence, whereas in “BellBirds” by Henry Kendall focuses on the abundant presence of bell-birds and their humming that echoes and creates an ambience of home. In Harpur’s poem, the object is unknown and the availability of the object is vague, he stirs the attention to the other things that are present in the surroundings. It creates reflection inside the poem that resonated the beauty of his inspiration.

In Harpur’s poem, the object is unknown and the availability of the object is vague, he stirs the attention to the other things that are present in the surroundings. It creates reflection inside the poem that resonated the beauty of his inspiration. As he puts it on his last line, ” Musing thus of quietness”.

Kendall’s poem is completely opposite to Harpur’s. Instead of a single presence, he talks about the abundant presence of bellbirds that enhance the beauty of daytime.

      “It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedges
      Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges.
      Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers
      Struggles the light that is love to the flowers;”

He adds appeal to the surroundings and the Australian landscape through the help of the bellbirds. The bellbirds are made to seem like the glitter to the gold that is Australian landscape. 

These contrasts made in the two poems by these writers struck me about how differently these things reflect on us depending on our what is influencing us. This has made me think about how this unit may have affected all of us with our individual lives.



Inspired by “The Cool Green” by Les Murray

Pretty butterflies in the sky,
why do you fly?
Pretty butterflies in the sky,
do you earn?

Little ants on the ground,
why do you push yourself so hard?
Little ants on the ground,
do you have a currency?

Oh Almighty humans in the world,
why do you chase money?
Oh Almighty humans in the world,
do you only do it to feed yourself?

Godly earth that spins around,
why did you let us figure you out?
Godly earth that spins around,
Should’ve never let yourself be found.

Don’t let man vanquish every bit of you,
Although man may not be as big as the dinosaurs,
It is very lethal.
It will suck you dry and manage to create another earth!
This curiosity and greed of consumption are what drives it after all.


Peer Review 7

For this week, I’ve decided to peer review Sarah Azzopardi‘s blog post Blog 8: Les Murray.

It was very refreshing to read Sarah’s poem inspired by “The Cool Green” by Les Murray. I have very similar views to Sarah, money that was created for an easier means to support of wellbeing and needs has changed to become a curse that is ruling our lives. It affects everything from the products we use to the university we choose.

I love how Sarah has used the three sisters as her background. I would like to suggest her put the picture as a single picture and make her content central. The beautiful three sisters kept distracting me from her content because of beautiful blues and greens in the picture, which could’ve been her intention all along.

Your blog looks lovely, Sarah!  Good luck on the e-portfolio!


Peer Review #6

For this week’s Peer Review, I’m reviewing Claudia Barkil‘s blog post Week 6 about Henry Kendell and Charles Harpur.

Hey Claudia,

I love your review on Charles Harpur and Henry Kendall. I agree with you on how both of them are trying to emphasise the beauty of Australian nature, both in completely different manners. While on is discussing the humming of bellbirds the other is describing the stillness through the stillness of something.

Overall I love the post, although I did find some spelling errors at the end of the post. At the end of the post, you seem to have difficulty trying to express yourself as the sentences seem a bit repetitive and confusing. I’m sure you’ll be able to fix this once you go through it.

I love the design and incorporation of aboriginal art in your blog. Looking forward to reading some more of your work.

Good Luck!



“Our ferry is homesick, whistling again and again;
But still I see how the myth of a daylight bled
Standing in ribbons, over out heads, for an hour.”  – Francis Webb

This is the last prose from the poem “End of the Picnic” by Francis Webb. I find the title of this poem very powerful – “End of the Picnic”. Nobody enjoys an end of the picnic, this means that you’re going home to your mundane life where you need to go ahead with your daily chores. Here Webb states that the ship he is on is whistling to reach the harbour, it sounds so impatient that it may almost be homesick. But he still sees the “myth” of daylight bled; as the dusk approaches and the colors start bleeding through the blue sky creating the illusion of bloodshed, in streaks of clouds like ribbons. Webb connects this to the history of Australia where there has been too much blood loss; he sees the battle of the beach and the sea on the sky above. The orange beach like the clouds and the blue ocean like the sky, slowly merging together. It causes an illusion of bloodshed, which is indeed a reality yet just a myth.

I took this picture on  May 9, 2016. And  it happened in a split second but all I could think about was these last four lines from Webb's poem
I took this picture on May 9, 2016. And it happened in a split second but all I could think about was these last four lines from Webb’s poem


These powerful transports me to a boat as I’m returning home, thinking of all that was and all that could’ve been. But I’m powerless all I can do is contemplate these myths.