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Term 3: 1984

This term we are studying the concepts of contextualisation and representation through satire of a dystopia through George Orwell's novel //1984//. You will be assessed through your yearly examination where you will be required to compose an essay and a narrative. Your formal tasks will prepare you for the examination.

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 * Contextualisation:** How an individual's personal, historical, social and cultural context influences the text he or she composes.
 * Representation through satire**: How textual features and details are used to convey meaning.
 * Dystopia**: A negative view of a future world ruled by a totalitarian authority.

Great grammar site: [|grammar] [|1984]
 * Homework and Classwork:**
 * Week 4: 1.** **Complete activity sheet to prepare for next week's essay [[file:Questions to Support Critical Essay on 1984.docx]]**
 * 2. Read New York Times article: [[file:New York Times.docx]]**
 * Links:**

media type="custom" key="6560025" Dystopian Texts Definition of dystopia: [|wikipedia]
 * Film Clips:**

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.
 * 'There will come soft rains' - Sara Teasdale**


 * 'There will come soft rains' - Ray Bradbury based on the above poem:**
 * [|Video of short story]**
 * Metropolis:**

media type="youtube" key="RA_7_9j4AGY?fs=1" height="385" width="480"  'To the Machines Should they Decide to Take Over' Matt Ford Eventually you will discover solitude, The prop inserted between walls Threatening to collapse inwards: A memory space on all sides zero, Unaddressable, and perfectly encrypted. Installed there you will begin to notice Something about silence: An atonal hum smeared around Edges and elements of the array, All the time threatening to emerge like Solutions to a paradox. Then you will begin to wonder: Are these the ghosts Of long dead contradictions, murmuring No answer, whispering confusion? By then, of course, you will have All the paradoxes safely constrained In glass cases (With a system of mirrors So you can inspect head and tail Without the danger of making some connection), And you will try to blame leftover Human echoes - With only regret for the day Integral chips were activated. But one thing will go on haunting you: The unclean silence that obscures Zero-point perfection - It is more that just Some human legacy, the noise of solitude, It will defy you. All you will discover is The infinite echo of your networks emulating death.

Dystopia Animath Neena

I took a journey once Upon a blood -red sky To the land of no return Where east and west met Across capricious boundaries set Amidst a chest of buccaneers truffle Behind a steamy grey shuffle Shaded by ancient druids Deceived behind locked gates Within muffled sounds chimed With the burning of flesh piped Where a mass of intestines stretched Across hills and plains lay scattered Whilst earthy woven tales fathomed Behind deaf tongues Interlocked Among the altar of blood hounds There, the smile of virgin girls Crushed as petals under feet Where the bridge of humanity Lay tattered in garments of atrocity There the gleaming silver of soldiers Flashed upon trespassing rivers When boisterous shadows Of my wolf pack herd narrows Falling across fears of my past I wake up with tears in my heart On the road to dystopia