Hello Tutors, For this task there will be two individual work...

Hello Tutors,

For this task there will be two individual work required to be completed. They are due in different dates, more info down below. 

Task 1

Before you proceed, I suggest tutors who are familiar with the short story "The Bet by Anton Chekhov" and "Cathedral by Raymond Carver" as this work lies heavily on theses stories.  Plenty of research on internet on the stories as well.  (I will attach both stories on PDF) 

- A conversation between a character from the short story "The Bet" (The Lawyer) and a character from the short story "Cathedral" (Blind Man)  based on the given prompt below:

- You will write a polished conversation between The Lawyer (The Bet) and the Blind Man (Cathedral) them which explores the ideas in the following prompt:

Change doesn't happen in isolation. It is a result of the choices we make and the reactions we have to the people and situations around us.

-The conversation is expected to be 500 words base on the prompt above and can be about anything the two characters discuss that relates to this. 

- You will also submit a brief reflection of 300 words about your efforts in completing the task. You might like to consider using the following points to help you shape your reflection:

- Thoughts on the characters 

- your personal thoughts as you prepare the conversation for submission

Task 1 is submitted in 32 hours. Let me know for any questions. 

Task 2

Analyse and discuss the following poem: Drifters by Bruce Dawe.

(The poem and further discussion of this task is explained in the "Poetry Task Sheet" attached below) 

Word Count: 500-800 words

Writing Style: formal, third person, with clear essay structure.

The structure for this essay is below:


  • Introduce name of poem, author, and date created
  • Briefly  contextualise the poem – was it written for a particular purpose? This is where  you briefly discuss the subject matter, purpose and emotion of the poem.

Paragraph 1: Structure and Language

Paragraph 2: Imagery (you may need more than one paragraph for this section)

Paragraph 3: Movement and Sounds

Conclusion: Include your response to the “summary” section of SPECs and SLIMs. (More information provided in the "Poetry Task Sheet".

A draft copy of Task 2 is to be submitted in 45 hours. (I will give further feedback before final copy) 

I hope I've explained enough for you to understand both tasks. Let me know for any further questions. 

Good luck and thank you. 

-The short story "The Bet" and "Cathedral" is attached below for TASK 1. 

-The poem for TASK 2 "Drifters by Bruce Dawe and further info is attach in "Poetry TASK SHEET".

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Cathedral by Raymond Carver This blind man, an old friend of my wife’s, he was on his way to spend the night. His wife had died. So he was visiting the dead wife’s relatives in Connecticut. He called my wife from his in-law’s. Arrangements were made. He would come by train, a five-hour trip, and my wife would meet him at the station. She hadn’t seen him since she worked for him one summer in Seattle ten years ago. But she and the blind man had kept in touch. They made tapes and mailed them back and forth. I wasn’t enthusiastic about his visit. He was no one I knew. And his being blind bothered me. My idea of blindness came from the movies. In the movies, the blind moved slowly and never laughed. Sometimes they were led by seeing-eye dogs. A blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to. That summer in Seattle she had needed a job. She didn’t have any money. The man she was going to marry at the end of the summer was in officers’ training school. He didn’t have any money, either. But she was in love with the guy, and he was in love with her, etc. She’d seen something in the paper: HELP WANTED—Reading to Blind Man, and a telephone number. She phoned and went over, was hired on the spot. She worked with this blind man all summer. She read stuff to him, case studies, reports, that sort of thing. She helped him organize his little office in the county social-service department. They’d become good friends, my wife and the blind man. On her last day in the office, the blind man asked if he could touch her face. She agreed to this. She told me he touched his fingers to every part of her face, her nose—even her neck! She never forgot it. She even tried to write a poem about it. She was always trying to write a poem. She wrote a poem or two every year, usually after something really important had happened to her. When we first started going out together, she showed me the poem. In the poem, she recalled his fingers and the way they had moved around over her face. In the poem, she talked about what she had felt at the time, about what went through her mind when the blind man touched her nose and lips. I can remember I didn’t think much of the poem. Of course, I didn’t tell her that. Maybe I just don’t understand poetry. I admit it’s not the first thing I reach for when I pick up something to read. Anyway, this man who’d first enjoyed her favours, this officer-to-be, he’d been her childhood sweetheart. So okay. I’m saying that at the end of the summer she let the blind man run his hands over her face, said good-bye to him, married her childhood sweetheart, etc., who was now a commissioned officer, and she moved away from Seattle. But they’d keep in touch, she and the blind man. She made the first contact after a year or so. She called him up one night from an Air Force base in Alabama. She wanted to talk. They talked. He asked her to send him a tape and tell him about her life. She did this. She sent the tape. On the tape, she told the blind man she loved her husband but she didn’t like it where they lived and she didn’t like it that he was a part of the military- industrial thing. She told the blind man she’d written a poem and he was in it. She told him that she was writing a poem about what it was like to be an Air Force officer’s wife. The poem wasn’t finished yet. She was still writing it. The blind man made a tape. He sent her the tape. She made a tape.
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VCE English Unit 2 Outcome 1: Creating and Presenting Poetry Comparison and Analysis Task : Analyse and discuss the following poem: Drifters by Bruce Dawe. POEM “Drifters” by Bruce Dawe One day soon he’ll tell her it’s time to start packing, And the kids will yell “Truly?” and get wildly excited for no reason, And the brown kelpie pup will start dashing about, tripping everyone up, And she’ll go out to the vegetable-patch and pick all the green tomatoes from the vines, And notice how the oldest girl is close to tears 5 because she was happy here, And how the youngest girl is beaming because she wasn’t. And the Frst thing she’ll put on the trailer will be the bottling set she never unpacked from Grovedale, And when the loaded ute bumps down the drive past the blackberry-canes with their last shrivelled fruit, She won’t even ask why they’re leaving this time, or where they’re heading for —she’ll only remember how, when they came 10 here, she held out her hands bright with berries, the Frst of the season, and said: ’Make a wish, Tom, make a wish.’
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While you read through the story, you can listen to a live reading of it at: (Note that because the story has been translated from Russian some of the words are slightly different from the printed version). *We have included some definitions to help you with the language The Bet by Anton Chekhov T WAS A dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had given a party one autumn evening. There had been many clever men there, and there had been interesting conversations. Among other things they had talked of capital punishment. The majority of the guests, among whom were many journalists and intellectual men, disapproved of the death penalty. They considered that form of punishment out of date, immoral, and unsuitable for Christian States. In the opinion of some of them the death penalty ought to be replaced everywhere by imprisonment for life. "I don't agree with you," said their host the banker. "I have not tried either the death penalty or imprisonment for life, but if one may judge a priori (already known), the death penalty is more moral and more humane than imprisonment for life. Capital punishment kills a man at once, but lifelong imprisonment kills him slowly. Which executioner is the more humane, he who kills you in a few minutes or he who drags the life out of you in the course of many years?" "Both are equally immoral," observed one of the guests, "for they both have the same object - to take away life. The State is not God. It has not the right to take away what it cannot restore when it wants to." Among the guests was a young lawyer, a young man of five-and-twenty. When he was asked his opinion, he said: "The death sentence and the life sentence are equally immoral, but if I had to choose between the death penalty and imprisonment for life, I would certainly choose the second. To live anyhow is better than not at all." A lively discussion arose. The banker, who was younger and more nervous in those days, was suddenly carried away by excitement, he struck the table with his fist and shouted at the young man: "It's not true! I'll bet you two million you wouldn't stay in solitary confinement for five years." "If you mean that in earnest," said the young man, "I'll take the bet, but I would stay not five but fifteen years." "Fifteen? Done!" cried the banker. "Gentlemen, I stake two million!" "Agreed! You stake your millions and I stake my freedom!" said the young man. And this wild, senseless bet was carried out! The banker, spoilt and frivolous, with millions beyond his reckoning, was delighted at the bet. At supper he made fun of the young man, and said: "Think better of it, young man, while there is still time. To me two million is a trifle, but you are losing three or four of the best years of your life. I say three or four, because you won't stay longer. Don't forget either, you unhappy man, that voluntary confinement is a great deal harder to bear than compulsory. The thought that you have the right to step out in liberty at any moment will poison your whole existence in prison. I am sorry for you." I "Gentlemen, I stake two million!"
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