Activity 4 week 3

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What I have uncovered is incredible. A tree. The very first, or last tree to have survived the end.  Underground? Yet it seems to float on a platform below the bedrock. The real question is though, how long has it been here. Was it here before or after the end. That we will never know. The true events that took place have faded over the years. It may have only been one generation ago or thirty. The past has been forgotten, erased. But now there is a future.

This tree can teach us much. Exactly what I have no idea. That is what I intend on finding out though. Even if this tree has remained hidden from the harsh conditions of the world and its new inhabitants. I need to protect however I can, but how? That can be a later answered question, for now, I need to conduct my research. This will take years and years of hard work and endurance, it’ll be worth it though, better get stuck in.

Strange, these tree doesn’t seem to be able to produce seeds. From what I know this is how a tree reproduces. But why is this? why would a plant be missing such a key to its survival. What else I know of plants is that they require water to survive. This plant seems to be as healthy as can be, but I don’t know where it is getting liquids from? Investigating the soil surrounding I have found several bones of all sort of creatures, strange. Roots were also found wrapping around some of these bones.

Not sure what to figure out that’s suppose to mean yet. How can that be explained? I’ll work on that tomorrow, because for now I’m going to sleep. Then suddenly I woke up…

Feel free to finish the story yourself

How to comment

To be entirely honest. I don’t know really know how to exactly and correctly make a comment. There shouldn’t necessarily be a certain way that you should comment. Its your own opinion, you can say whatever you want. If you wanna say something extremely negative. Than say it. Just be aware of the consequences that come from the things you say. No matter what you say there is going to be some kind of back lash. Your going to anger someone somewhere no matter what. If you do get a negative comment on anything you post, just ignore it. Or even better, just mess with them. Say something to confuse them or trick them because the people who usually write those comments are complete idiots and easy to trick. But whatever. Ill just talk about my little guide on how to comment.

The first thing I would say is that while that you definitely shouldn’t be negative on your commenting, you don’t necessarily have to be positive. Someone’s work might be an absolute pile of rubbish. Don’t tell them that its good then they’ll just continue to make the same mistakes. Just tell them that it needs work and how they could improve their writing. Constructive feedback and being honest can help someone with improving themselves but it doesn’t mean its okay to be negative.

You should also at least make your comment somewhat relevant and have some significance. You don’t care and the people who say it don’t care if you say good job, or nice work. If your not being constructive at least add something to the topic. Your input really isn’t needed if it doesn’t mean anything. If its not going to be relevant or helpful don’t even bother writing it, no one cares.

And please just spell correctly. I’m sick of seeing the most illogical and poorly spelt comment ever imaginable. Read over it and try to rephrase it if it doesn’t make sense. What is the point of something that nobody can make sense of. I’m just sick of it all.

But what’s the point of even writing this. Everyone whos going to read will likely already know all of these things and applied to their commenting a long time ago. They’ve also probably already heard these things over and over again on literally everyone else’s blogs. And the people who do need to read this. most certainly won’t. I don’t even know why we bother. Those people who do the exact opposite of everything me and just about everyone else has said will continue to do those things across the interwebs.

I think you get the point, so ill just stop there and call an end.

About Me

Ummm, hi. My name is Jordan I live in Kalbarri which is located six hours north of Perth along the coast of WA. I am 14 years of age and enjoy things such as surfing, footy, swimming and a little bit of diving. I live with a family of four. I only have one brother who is younger than me and a complete rat. I also live with my mummy and daddy. I also like to listen to music and currently excited to get my hands on the Green Day Album. It’s going to be so good. Other bands that I enjoy a lot are My Chemical Romance, System of a Down, Limp Bizkit, Neon Trees and many more.

In my spare time I either listen to music or go for a surf. There are plenty of places to surf in Kalbarri. For when the swell is smaller and as long as there is no swell beaches such as Blue Holes, Dang Dangs or Echoes are all really good spots. The surf spot that Kalbarri is most famous for is Jacques Beach. Jacques beach is about a five minute drive south of town and actually holds three really good surf breaks. These include breaks are known as The Point, Lopes and The Bay. All of these breaks kinda connect together so that when you get a really good and a really big wave. You can ride it all the way from the start of the point, through Lopes and into the bay.

But if there is no swell. Then there is a problem. I used to free dive when it was good but I can’t really do it anymore mainly due to the fact that I don’t have a spear gun any more. That’s because dad accidentally snapped it while loading it. Plus I couldn’t ever equalise due to my sinuses being blocked. To equalise is to like make the pressure in your ear drum equal to the pressure of the water that is applying it. Or something like that. I’ll still occasionally go for a snorkel or something but if its dead flat then I’d just grab a couple of mates and go rock jumping down at pot alley.

I attend school at Kalbarri District High School because it is the only school in Kalbarri and the nearest school is about another 100km’s away. Kalbarri is only a small town with about 2000 people living it, I think, not really sure. Kalbarri is mainly located alongside a river known as Murchison River. But there are still many beaches located nearby as mentioned before. When you follow the river further in land you come across the national park and in it are locations like the gorges, natures window the z bend and many more. I really haven’t gone to any of these locations for a long time so I can’t really remember what the locations are like but I hear that they are really nice.

There is not really a general sport that the majority of the town revolves around. A fair few people are from NSW and Queensland so they more enjoy rugby but there isn’t a team for it. Some people play footy some play golf, some play a bit of cricket. A large amount of women in the community play netball though. You don’t see too many footy games in Kalbarri, there is only like one or two games that get held here a year. But everyone is generally pretty enthusiastic about them and you get some pretty good crowds on those days.

But for the majority of the time you’ll have to go to Northampton or further get any consistent games being played. Most kids that play footy play for the Northampton rams and play against other clubs from Geraldton, Dongara, and many more. I usually play for Northampton as well but this year I didn’t as there weren’t enough players for a team. But my brother does play for them now.

And that’s pretty much me.

My Poet

Judith Wright                                                                   Jordan Hilton

(May 13th 1915 Armidale – June 25th 2000 Canberra)

Judith Wright is an Australian poet, born and raised in New England, NSW. Here she was raised by her father, Phillip Wright and her mother, Ethel, who passed away in 1927. After Phillip was remarried in 1929, Judith stayed with her Aunt and then boarded at New England’s Girls’ School, where she decided to become a poet. She started in Sydney University in 1934. Here she studied philosophy, history, psychology and English without a degree. She became progressively deaf in her twenties and travelled Britain and Europe from 1937 – 1938.

In 1944 Judith became a statistician at the University of Queensland. During World War two she stayed with her father to help on the farms due to the lack of a labour force at the time. At the age of thirty, she met a philosopher by the name of Jack P. McKinney who was 23 years older than her at the time and would become her husband in 1946. They first lived together in a cottage on mount Tambourine and moved later on into a house that was nearby. They were together for many years until Jack died in 1966.

Judith First started to write poems during the late 1930s in some literary books. Her debut poem was called The Moving Image and was published in 1946. Many of her poems at the time were written about wars as they were written during World War 2. One poem, known as ‘The Trains,’ was about the threat of the war that was currently taking place in the pacific. She also wrote many love poems for her husband before and after his death in 1966. A lot of her poetry was also based on the places of which she lived in. New England, Queensland, NSW and the Tambourine Mountains all inspired a lot of her poetry.

This love of the land is what caused Judith to form the Wildlife Preservation Society of Queensland. This society had many campaigns to help preserve many of Australia’s Natural landmarks. They prevented oil drilling around the Great Barrier Reef as it opposed a threat to the ecology of it. Another popular campaign they did was of the prevention of sand drilling on Fraser Island. She sent similar messages through her poems as well. They were about the beauty of nature and how it is critical to ensure that it is maintained.

Judith was quite well known and was highly regarded as a great poet during her career. She edited and assisted many poets. One of them was no other than the aboriginal poet Oodgeroo Noonnuccal. Because of how regarded and talented she was, Judith even won some awards for the poems that she wrote. Some of these awards include the; Graven Leven Prize in 1950, The Robert Frost Memorial Award in 1965 and many more.

Poem Analysis – ‘Trapped Dingo’ By Judith Wright

So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with red                                                   A

your sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,                                                  B

they crushed out your throat the terrible song                                                 C

you sang in the dark ranges. With what crying                                                 D

you mourned him! – The drinker of blood, the swift death-bringer        E

who ran with you so many a night; and the night was long.                        C

I heard you, desperate poet, did you hear                                                            B

my silent voice take up the cry? – replying:                                                        D

Achilles is overcome, and Hector dead,                                                                A

and clay stops many a warrior’s mouth, wild singer.                                     E

 

Voice from the hills and the river drunken with rain,                                    A

for your lament the long night was too brief.                                                    B

Hurling your woes at the moon, that old cleaned bone,                                C

till the white shorn mobs of stars on the hill of the sky                                 D

huddled and trembled, you tolled him, the rebel one.                                    E

Insane Andromache, pacing your towers alone,                                               C

death ends the verse you chanted; here you lie.                                               D

The lover, the maker of elegies is slain,                                                                A

and veiled with blood her body’s stealthy sun.                                                 E

 

Subject Matter

The poem is about the slow death of a wild dingo by the hands of hunter, specifically through some sort of trap. The poem emphasises that it was slow and very painful for the dingo as it was going into the cry of the dingo and the long nights of avoiding the hunter. But it eventually got caught and now lies in the trap, covered in its own blood, tangled in the steel jaw of the trap. It appears that the poet also had a relationship of some sort, as if they were companions’ maybe.

 

Purpose/Theme

The purpose of the poem is to express the depression of the dead dingo that comes from the land. That not only the dingo feel lifeless but the land also feels like a part of it has died. That everything can hear it’s mourning and feel its pain. The poet is expressing that through the death of one creature the rest of the land is affected and dies a bit as well. To also express that the poet themself is mourning over the death of the dingo. As if it had been a waste to kill it.

 

 

Emotion/Mood

To me, the whole poem felt very monotone and emotionless. But it does show some expression of emotions. It shows a lot of pity for the dead dingo and a lot of depressing tones with the dingo’s moans and the reactions of the land. Beside those moments the whole poems feels very monotone to me.

 

Poetic Technique

The second verse in the poem uses a large amount of personification on many different inanimate objects. It personifies the river that it is drunk from the rain. The rain is personification of the clouds crying and to express depression. The whole poem has an awkward and inconsistent rhyming pattern to it. By this I mean that you can’t really call it a pattern. Not all of the lines even rhyme in the poem and the rest are all over the place. There is somewhat of a pattern, barely. Those were about the only poem techniques that I could find in the poem.

 

Summary

Overall the poem, ‘Trapped Dingo’ was a poem written by the poet that I have currently researched. I did a basic poem analysis and concluded to a few things. Firstly, I have concluded that the poem is about a dingo that has been hunted down, trapped and now lies dead. The purpose of the poem is to make the reader feel the pain for the dingo and mourn with the poet and the surrounding outback. The poem used some personification on the surrounding outback to emphasise the feeling of grief and had an unusual rhyming pattern. All and all, I found the poet enjoyable and insightful.

Wagoe

So on Sunday, I went to wagoe with my family to help out again. This time we went there to help tag the goats and separate the sheep. Well, me and dad and helped, we told mum she didn’t need to help so she just had a chat. Sonny was pretty cautious with going anywhere near the goats after his last experience with them.

On Wednesday we went to move the goats from across the road into one of my uncles enclosures. While doing that one of the goats ran straight into him and hit him directly into the testicles. After that he’s a lot more cautious and it was pretty funny to witness the entire thing.

So the three of us (My Uncle, Dad and I) all jumped into the pen and got started. What we would have to do is we would grab one of the goats by the horn and hold down it in between your legs until my uncle put the tag through it’s ear and like puncture the other.

There weren’t too many goats to tag, only about 38 or so. It wasn’t too tedious or anything like that as most of the goats were nanny goats or only little. The little goats were harder to catch and hold onto in my opinion. They didn’t have very big horns so you could hardly grab onto them there.

After we tagged all the goats we had a bit of lunch and headed off to sort out the sheep. I got to drive over there in Dad’s land cruiser which was fun to do and it’s good to learn in as its a manual but not too difficult to drive around in.

You wouldn’t think it but there were about five hundred sheep in one pen and we had to separate the ones that my uncle were going to sell the next day and the ones that he was keeping.

This was too difficult either and the whole thing was quite fun. We stayed there till about five thirty then headed home.

Zest Fest Poem

Sailing in a boat

Sailing across the sea

Sailing somewhere remote

Sailing further than anyone else has been

 

Everything seems fine

looks like captain’s got something on his mind

Shouldn’t think about it too much

Doesn’t help past the time

Best he keeps it to himself and such

 

Just think about the payment

and all the spices

They go for a good price

The kind of price that makes me content

 

They’re everything I have

my wife and kids

They’re why I sail over the foreign waves

and how I did what I did

 

Last trip we were stranded on the legendary cliffs

Many of us didn’t survive

It was painful scale as my joints were stiff

When I got to the top,

I wished i was no longer alive

Some were sacrificed, so the rest weren’t stopped

 

Shouldn’t think about those things either

I’ll get on deck with the other boys

That’s a good stress reliever

Even if some of them are a bit coy

 

Just sing along to the shanteys

Keep it up until tea

Now I feel at ease

Out in the seabreeze

 

But the breeze is getting rough

same as before

I can’t do this anymore

That’s when I jump off

 

But i didn’t die

TV

Not much happened this week, well beside the athletics carnival that took place over three days last week. Didn’t do much during the weekend either. Not really sure about what I should talk about. Well I did watch a TV show that I found pretty interesting over the weekend. So, why not, let’s talk about that.

The show One Punch Man is a Newly released TV series with only one season that’s twelve episodes long. However, a second season has just been announced for the show.

One Punch Man is about a man who’s a hero for fun. He is so powerful that all enemies that he encounters are defeated after just one punch, hence the name, One Punch Man. He does not possess any super powers or anything like that. He just trained for three years, in fact, he trained so hard that he went completely bald. Whereas many of the other heroes in the show have super powers or are cyborgs.

The show is an anime but it doesn’t act like one. In fact it’s purpose is to make fun of the genre. More the action and superhero oriented animes. It constantly makes fun of the tropes that the genre generally carries. Because of this the show is generally more as a comedy than anything else.

At the time that I watched it, the show was only available in Japanese with English subtitles which could off put many people from watching. However, it has been announced that the show will be dubbed in English. This means that the show can be viewed with full English voice acting which may help many to want to watch it.

I recommend that you give this show a chance, it does not matter if you enjoy anime or have ever seen one before as it is a great way to get into the genre. Try it out, you never know if you’ll like it without first attempting to watch.

Shotgun

One thing i never, ever want to do again is be shotgun for the footy bus. I had to watch all the little rats on the bus and made sure they all behaved. What a nightmare that was.

The resaon why i had to this was because no one else said that they could do it that week. Because mum was organising the thing and did not want to do it herself. She decided that i should do it instead. She was the only one who didn’t have to go on the bus as dad was driving and Sonny was training.

The trip to Northampton wasn’t too bad until the last fifteen minutes of the trip. All of them decided to go crazy and a couple of kids at the back were fighting and bickering. That was fun having to sort out.

Eventually they all got off the bus and started training, thank god for that. i joined in with the U14’s training as I had nothing better to do. That team is probably one of the laziest and most uncoordinated team i’ve ever seen. They didn’t even win a single game. They usually got flogged by a hundred or so points, but that’s Northampton for you.

Training ended, the kiddies all had their meals, so we headed off. The trip back was even worse, they were all climbing and jumping and screaming and carrying on. It was that bad. The kids at the back were still bickering and some of them would keep fueling the flame.

Then we had to drop them off, which is more painful than any other part of the trip. You’d ask who’s next and you’d get the vaguest of answers from them. Where do you live? Over there. That doesn’t help. Then some kid goes, you missed my house. You end up going back and forth all through town.  I was greatful that i was always the first one off the bus.

But it did eventually end, it took a while. Me and Dad agreed to never do that again.

Music

Okay, first blog post of the term. What to blog about? How about music, everybody loves music, but what is it? What is music, what does it represent and why is it that we enjoy it so much?

I don’t really have an answer to that, but according to the dictionary, the definition of music is ‘an art of organising sound in significant forms to express ideas and emotion through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony and colour.’ So what does this mean in a more simple form? Well from my interpretation of it, music tends to tell a story. These stories can be very realistic and relatable  to the listener. It can also be over the top crazy and tell us these wild unimaginable tales with mythological creatures fighting aliens in medieval times. That’s probably a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the idea.

Songs can vary in length as well. Some might only last for a single minute and another might last for ten even fifteen minutes. These can depend on what the artist is trying to achieve, they might want a song short to, I guess pump you up for the next song. The song that is played afterwards could be fifteen minutes long. The longer songs are supposed to be, awe – inspiring, emotional and downright epic.

There’s also just so many genres of music to choose from. The ones that I can name from just off the top of my head include; pop, hip hop, rap, rock, classic rock, punk rock, jazz, classical, opera, RnB, soul, alternative and many, many more. There is a genre for just about everyone no matter what your into.

This is probably why music is so popular throughout the entire history of humanity. Because everyone has their own artist, their own little thing that they enjoy and can relate to. If someone enjoys that same bit of music, then you have someone to talk to and relate upon on something.

Music brings us all together as everyone enjoys and everyone has their favourite song that is the same as someone else.

 

My Weekend

This post isn’t really about my whole weekend, just the Saturday as It isn’t Sunday yet. But anyway, back to what I did on the Saturday.

So a couple of things happened on the day, it mainly took place at Wagoe Farm. We went there as it was my cousins 4th birthday so we went there to celebrate that and see their brand new puppy. The other reason why was that my Uncle was giving away an old Quadbike of his. He didn’t want it as he never used it and the only significant problem with it was a dodgy muffler.

Sonny also had a mate over and he came along with us. We first stopped by at my Uncle’s place, we saw the birthday boy, gave him his presents and saw the new puppy. I’m pretty sure the puppy was a pure kelpie but she had white paws so I’m not 100% on it. She’s a very bossy dog, constantly barking at the other dogs. Very active as well, especially seeing how it was only seven, eight weeks old. She did eventually crash though.

After the quick visit we continued to my nana and pop’s place and that’s where the quad bike was. It was a 400cc can-am, a very good bike and Sonny was fully frothing to go for a ride on it. The second we got out of the car, Sonny and his mate bolted straight over to the shed where the bikes were kept. He found it straight away and was off without a moments notice.

We had afternoon tea after that, tried some of the sausages that dad and my uncle had made while they were there last. They were really good, they were pork sausages with bit of spice and tasted quite nice after they were fried.

We put the new quad on the trailer, waited for mum to finally stop chatting and headed back home.

And that was my weekend.