Literature entry week 6

[lyndal1]

This week in literature something that caught my attention was Sir Thomas More's  "Utopia". During the lecture, I found myself drifting in and out of understanding. I thought I knew what michael was talk ing abou one minute, and the next, it was lost amongst my thoughts. Then suddenlt, the words More drifted into my head and it was clear;
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[giovanna68]

Hi Lyndal, I agree with you about the grey masses in the city and how hostile it all feels, no warmth even though the sun shining, no friendship even though we are surrounded by a sea of people, it's all so anesthetic and sterile. Oops, sorry, "be careful and watch where you going" because of a slight brushing, oh but it's not because she's on her mobile phone and not looking where she's going. It's all so sad to see that people are so self absorbed in themselves and their iphone,ipod,and what ever electronic gadget they have swing from their neck(not like your lovely watch you had Lyndal) not being able to enjoy their surroundings!
It's nice to go into the city on the weekend when the grey machine masses are gone and the colourful human masses hit town during the day. People actually smile and you might even get a hello. It's such a beautiful city and so much to learn about the old and new; buildings,people and places. Interesting and talented buskers you see on the streets, and your children don't get crushed in the crowds.
I love what you also wrote about "the experience" you had and I'm sure we can all associate with it. And yes we all live in a label loving society, but as Nancy poem pointed out(early semester on her lj) would should look at the sweat shops and these poor people and the conditions they are subjected to in provided the "beautiful people" with their labels and little luxuries. My grandma used to say that it didn't matter what people wore or what they looked like, if they ask for help you should try to help, and not judge for the labels or clothes they wear. My grandma had ten children so everyone had to share, clothes, shoes and food. I love how you've made it a long running prose with a few brief breaks. It makes you read it as though your actually being rushed and pushed through the city and the breaks are where you stop for a breath or to focus to orientate yourself for that split second before the stampede begins again.
That's why Nancy and I came in through Darling Harbour and walked across to the S.L.
I got to wave to my husband, have a pleasant day in wonderful company, Japanese lunch, a quick spot of shopping at D.H., a yarn on the way home and then back to reality, "Mum I've got soccer training, Mum- Nonna rang and wants you to call her back, Mum what's for dinner?"