Rebecca+De+Foe

I decided to choose the speech of Macbeth from Act 3 Scene 2 as it portrays ideas of consciences and over leaping ambition. There are several aspects of imagery to analyze within this scene. The reason which i chose to do these particular lines is because of the strong imagery portrayed, and i particularly like the imagery of the snake.

In Macbeth's speech he mentions a snake:


 * Within the play there are motifs of religion and nature
 * In the bible the snake has the ability to speak and reason - similarly in Macbeth where they often speak that if it were done, its done (what's done cant be undone)
 * The snake in the bible tempts Eve to eat the fruit from the tree of knowledge, which is forbidden and denies that death will be a result
 * The snake is often a negative symbolism

Your prop:
 * A pot when it is hot, you know you aren't allowed to touch it, yet you always have the urge to touch it (but your conscience tells you it is the wrong thing to do) and when you give in to that urge, you deal with the 'consequence' of your action, most often a burn which will possibly a scar (not removable )
 * Likewise in Macbeth's character, he knows that killing king Duncan was the wrong thing as his conscience spoke to him on several occasions throughout the play, yet he wants to do so because he wants to claim the throne, once he does go ahead with the deed, he deals with the dire consequences of the murder where his sleep and actions are 'scarred'

'Australia' Prose poem by Ania Walwicz

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You big ugly. You too empty. You desert with your nothing nothing nothing.You scorched suntanned. Old too quickly. Acres of suburbs watching the telly. You bore me. Freckle silly children. You nothing much. =====

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With your big sea. Beach beach beach. I´ve seen enough already. You Dumb dirty city with bar stools. You´re ugly. You silly shoppingtown. You copy. You too far everywhere. You laugh at me. When I came this woman gave me a box of biscuits. You try to be friendly but you´re not very friendly. =====

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You never ask me to your house. You insult me. You don´t know how to be with me. Road road tree tree. I came from crowded and many. I came from rich. You have nothing to offer. You´re poor and spread thin. You big. So what. I´m small. It´s what´s in. You silent on Sunday. Nobody on your streets. You dead at night. You go to sleep too early. You don´t excite me. You scare me with your hopeless. Asleep when you walk. Too hot to think. You big awful. You don´t match me. You burnt out. You too big sky. You make me a dot in the nowhere. You laugh with your big healthy. You want everyone to be the same. You´re dumb. You do like anybody else. You engaged Doreen. =====

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You big cow. You average average. Cold day at school playing around at lunchtime. Running around fot nothing. You never accept me. For your own. You always ask me where I´m from. You always ask me. You tell me I look strange. Different. You don´t adopt me. You laugh at the way I speak. =====

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You think you´re better than me. You don´t like me. You don´t have any Interest in another country. Idiot centre of your own self. You think the rest of the world walks around without shoes or electric light. You don´t go anywhere. You stay at home. You like one another. You go crazy on Saturday night. You get drunk. You don´t like me and you don´t like women. You put your arm around men in bars. You´re rough. I can´t speak to you. You burly burly. You´re just silly to me. You big man. Poor with all your money. You ugly furniture. You ugly house. Relaxed in your summer stupor: All year. Never fully awake. Dull at school. Wait for other people to tell you what to do. Follow the leader. Can´t imagine. Work horse. Thick legs. You go to work in the morning. You shiver on a tram. =====

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<span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #02a716; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Sans,'Trebuchet MS',Tahoma,Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">**Luping Zeng,** <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #02a716; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Sans,'Trebuchet MS',Tahoma,Verdana; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> **//Rake’s Progress Luping in Australia: 2, “Visa”,//** <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #02a716; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,Sans,'Trebuchet MS',Tahoma,Verdana; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> **2010, oil on canvas, 750x600mm**

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<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif;">__**Olga Iszcyszyn Biography:**__

<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">Germans invaded Zaporozhye, Ukraine 1942 where mother and father worked on Dneiper Dam. Father Mykola Iszczyszyn, mother Ekaterina Shuvalova (Russian), sister Ludmilla (Lucy), and I Olga (1939) were taken to work in Schweinfurt, Germany for Fichtel und Sachs, a ballbearing factory. Lucy and I sorting nuts and bolts. 500 young Soviet girls suffocated in the camp when bombs fell on their building and they were locked in.

<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">Carried to Germany by freight/cattle trucks with munitions, soldiers. Many died and thrown out. Miracle we survived as a family. Young sister Vera born 1946. Americans freed us. Lived in Aschenburg until taken to Australia. Could not go back to homeland during Stalin's reign. Our loved ones did not know if we were dead or alive until after Stalin died.

<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">General House, American warship took us on its last voyage in 1950. A horror trip; women and children separated from men, sleeping in HOLD, stifling, stinking, suffering from seasickness. Broke down mid ocean; nowhere to hide from sun, water cut off; if too sick to eat at sitting, then went hungry. Wonderful experience of going through Suez Canal. Flyer on board telling us we were heading to a country of cannibals, snakes, spiders, crocodiles and kangaroos jumping in main streets.

<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">Drizzly weather when arrived in Melbourne, but many people excited and thankful. Taken to Bonegilla Migrant Camp in middle of nowhere; nissan huts too hot during day and freezing at night. Women and children separated from men again. Horrible food of greasy chops, sausage rolls, pies, pasties, mashed potatoes all covered in gravy. Mildura Migrant Camp was next, a small airforce base later museum.

<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">Father allocated job in Adelaide for Water Supply digging holes and trenches (he, electrical engineer). He found us room in house of migrants; 3 in one room, single owner in sleepout, married owner in another bedroom, 4 of us in 3rd. Lucy had to live in Infectious Disease Hospital as Nurse's Aid. No room for her.

<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">No Australians wanted families especially the odd New Australians who did not speak English. Adult Displaced Persons (us) were indentured to work for 2 years to pay off our grim passage to freedom, hence father digging holes; mother in jam factory and Lucy 16 (adult age then 21) could not study, had to work. At 12, I had to feed and look after little sister and father, as mother worked long hours. Father bought block of land with two roomed shed for sleeping and small wooden hut as kitchen/dining room. Toilet was hole in back of block, small tub to wash us and clothes. Life was still a struggle. Father started building house without any previous experience. The digging and hard work took their toll and father ruined his back.

<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">In my first school, I failed last three months. Children took me outside to teach me English. Next year determined, I came second and thereafter was always first or second. Little Vera in junior primary was crying. I came to sit with her, was told off, but ignored it and they left me alone. I have always been very determined in my life, especially at any injustices. Goodwood Primary School was wonderful and I was a favourite with teachers, even though my teacher would sneeze Ah-choo at my Surname. In 1950 was a lot of racism, intolerance, unfair treatment of migrants at work. It was WOG then, now it is the black races which are suffering from small minded, bigoted, intolerant and ignorant people.

<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">Australian government asked us to change our Surname. The first section Iszczy meant Search so that is what we became although my parents hated it. If the translations used on migrant Surnames were not derived from Polish, our Surname could have been Ischchishin, which may have made it easier. When father died in car accident at 60 years, mother went back to maiden name Shuvalova. Mother saw her remaining relatives in St. Petersburg after she had a stroke, a momentous achievement for a woman who could not speak English. Poor father never saw his homeland again. Mother died at 80 years from Alzheimers.

<span style="color: #0094d1; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">Lucy married and has five girls. She was a very intelligent and bright person, became prominent in her Ukrainian church and community. Vera also bright and intelligent became a teacher and had two girls, now mothers themselves. I only had one son. I went back as mature aged student and obtained degree in Social Work and only just retired at 68. I have written the first section of Autobiography about my father and mother and now working on my migrant story about our life in Australia.

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**CREATIVE WRITING:**
**Smile - by Rebecca Defoe**

SHORT STORY (02/08/2011):