Blog 2, Week 4

Write a letter to Sassoon or Owen telling them that their vision, their ideas are still sorely needed in the world today.


Dear Wilfred Owen,

I strongly believe that your works are very powerful in meaning and that they are still needed now in the 21st century as wars continue to plague our world. Not so much a physical war but more so political wars between countries regarding materialistic ideologies. One of your works stood out to me in particular, this being “Anthem for Doomed Youth”. This work reflects the concept of war and is the effects of war truly what a nation wants.

Firstly, the poem “Anthem for Doomed Youth” produces an image of a battlefield where the concept of Nationalism and religion is brought up. With the line “No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells” indicates that regardless of someone’s religious beliefs and their love of country, these men were forced to fight in the war and that they will inevitably die for their government’s cause. This is why I feel that your poem is still needed in today’s society as countries Iraq use men to fight their own political wars, forcing their men to fight for a cause that they may not believe in. Now, I’m not too sure if this is what you were aiming for in your poem but this is the way that I have interpreted it.

Almost with your word choice of cattle being a metaphor for boys being taken to be slaughtered reminded me of the Charlie Chaplin’s 1940 film, The Great Dictator. Where Chaplin delivers one of the most recognizable speech that is still referenced today. The fifth paragraph of this speech too discusses the notion of men be destined to die in war.

“Who drill you – diet you – treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men – machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men!” Chaplin.


As well as this, you both use the sound and imagery of machinery to create an uneasy atmosphere. In my opinion, the machines in your work can also relate back to those in power, symbolizes that individuals in war are more a number than a person with an identity. The imagery of machine men and mind minds from Chaplin’s speech creates this idea of that governments have become more so a business rather than a group of leaders caring for their own society. As governments have become desensitized because they would rather sacrifice the lives of people than come to a conclusion that allow both parties to gain something. I’m not sure that your work does portray this but I believe that you do show that those in power have become cold-hearted. I feel that this is still extremely important in the present day as regardless of both works referencing this in war; as society needs to start recognizing individuals for who they are rather than judging them off age, gender and race.

The last line of your poem “And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds” has confused me. I am not sure if to how to view it. It can be interpreted as either the end of the day, the end of the day or as the end of a soldier’s life. Also with the word chose of “blinds” reminds me of the end of the show, so I am not confident in how I should I view it.

Thank you,

Riley Powers

Transcript of the Great Dictator Speech

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Peer Review 1

Hi Natasha,

I loved the imagery that you created in your poem. The image created sounded like a fantasy world which i thought was beautiful but to personally, I feel that there was no change over from Winter to Spring. Could of added maybe one small stanza on Winter in the beginning. Also I liked how you referenced a 20th Century artist in your world, Pablo Picasso, showing the effect that he has made on art history. Also one other thing I’d like to add is, please be very careful of your grammar and punctuation. Apart from that I really liked your poem

Blog 1, Week 3

Take the first line of any one of Hopkins’ poems and write your own poem celebrating the arrival of Spring in your part of the world. Try to incorporate some of Hopkins’s amazing experimentation with language texture especially with sounds.


Márgarét, áre you gríeving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Sighing, crying, the river flows from your eyes

As time goes by.


Colour draining cheeks, your dull bright mind

mourns over the unstitching pattern of your lines.

Margaret, is there more than what you see

Your eyes wide open but yet blind as can be.

The solace brings the darkness and cold

But the trees still stand, tall and bold,

Feet tangled, arms linked,

Mud crawling over their knees.


Hush young child, the world has not ceased

Your brows still creased

The rebirth of salty sweet trees,

The returning songs of birds and bees.

The reincarnation of life flourishes

After The judgement of darkness nourishes;

The ground for you to rise to your feet.


Márgarét, áre you still gríeving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

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