{"id":2503,"date":"2024-11-29T06:04:20","date_gmt":"2024-11-29T06:04:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/oxley\/?post_type=article&p=2503"},"modified":"2024-11-29T06:04:20","modified_gmt":"2024-11-29T06:04:20","slug":"estelle","status":"publish","type":"article","link":"https:\/\/www.thebuzz.net.au\/oxley\/article\/estelle\/","title":{"rendered":"Estelle"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Smile for me<\/em><\/strong>, a poem<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I see your smile,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

it flows throughout the winding field we swam together,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was the joyous jellyfish that drifted through the marine and the sweet seagrass like the cherry tree you now reside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Twinkles, everyone has as one their features<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some disappear when they\u2019re seen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some are twisted shades of eels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Others shake and quake at the thought of theirs<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But when I see her’s, a sick soul will heal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The trees inhale…. exhale,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

their arms no longer reaching to the sky for a taste of light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Those hues winding dips and valleys run still, just once<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do you remember?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How the red slid mud and sharp down my stomach, just like those rolling dips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can\u2019t find a place; I want to know somewhere I can go cause you\u2019re not here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mud runs cold, it dries and grows stale. The wounds heal, all for her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My anatomy\u2019s misshapen, dismembered, distorted, it is the scattered mind that is mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Living among the living as myself was no longer, but I stayed the same…. for her to come home and dart to my arms once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Breathe, become the trees, swaying merrily in the wind once again, count to…I don\u2019t know what counts anymore<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your names are etched inside me in everlasting ink, this is true love and yes it’s plain to see, you will forever stay with me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Their ghosts follow and haunt, for all of eternity<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Glow brightly, don\u2019t vanish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My shine is crooked and torn and my patched soul has left<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hello old friend, I\u2019ve finally found again<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You still lay, cold and disfigured but I lock you in my arms for never ending<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Farewell old truth<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I finally found what I\u2019m looking for<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve climbed infinite cosmos, fallen to the deepest depths of the earth to see you. Never peeling off my mask once, ever since.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I did it all for love<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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AUTHOR BIO<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Estelle about Estelle:<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Words never came easily in expression, especially to the ones I hold dear. Into the world of creative writing, here I thrive in paper a closure unfounded by simple words aloud. I\u2019ve had a deep passion for singing since I was young, and it built a world of freedom. When mixed with writing, I\u2019ve built many more worlds with infinitely more to manifest. Beforehand I fell into unknown lands where thorns fed on happiness. With short stories and poetry being my source of healing, the monsters fell to merely shadows of the past. Know that the truth is the journey, and your journey is your truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Brave New World <\/em> by Aldous Huxley<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Brave New World<\/em> deeply explores ideas of what human society would supposedly be if we were to let technology meld and become one with our humanity. The story opens with a lab tour on how children are created through fords manufacturing process. With the use of specific conditioning, the different orders of intelligence are built (Alpha, beta, gamma). As the story progresses, we are introduced to Bernnard and later John the savage who grew up outside of the organised civilisation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The novel is written in third person omniscient allowing us to see and know all the details throughout the novel. We follow multiple characters however; we often switch between John\u2019s and Bernnard\u2019s perspective around the center of the novel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I absolutely loved the story and the way it presents us with ideas suggesting the greyness of what a dystopia and eutopia truly are. Over-arching themes of true happiness, thread together perfectly with the fight for perfectionism to work as a harsh warning to human society as well as to build a powerful story of love, hypocrisy, isolation, tragedy, satire and defiance to social norms. There are so many themes that contradict themselves that personally, I\u2019ve spent so much time breaking apart the author\u2019s purposes and intricate details.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While Huxleyans world is considered controversial in its encouragement to take part in drug use, sexual activities and go against religious beliefs, it provides deep insight into the disconnection between nature and technology. As I mentioned earlier, the novel serves as a warning that tampering with human reproduction systems as if they were products to be mass produced results in life losing its value.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Brave New World\u2019s<\/em> characters have this constant search for happiness and it has this intense eerie tone throughout the story. Highlighting the vagueness of happiness is a consistent theme that\u2019s contradicted, twisted and completely lost at times throughout the novel. This later provokes many questions on what happiness really means to each individual person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The way the text has described such intense and heavy topics such as suicide, promiscuity and intense drug use in such a straight-forward and blunt way makes the story that much more unique than your average story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Overall, an incredible read and I recommend this book for adults or mature students who love a good sci-fi story with characters and themes you could pick apart for hours upon hours. It\u2019s unlike anything I\u2019ve ever read and possibly anything you\u2019ve read.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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