So here I am
It was ever so brief.
Having explored various attractions
In order to show my belief.
Some say it’s brilliant,
An accurate opinion to yield,
For where else in Melbourne
Could you find a bigger battlefield?
A strongly endeared child,
Being suffocated by its parents, Society,
While some other, less authoritive relatives,
Use it to spread their notoriety.
The city cannot be left alone,
As time has repeatedly told.
If age is determined by how close one is to death,
Can the city ever become independant; old?
The city shows its generosity,
Providing everyone with sights, stores & travel.
Yet the various issues society throws upon the city
Sends many before the judge’s gavel.
Funny, though, how violence leads to such a conclusion,
Yet so many such cases are considered a pretense
When the prepetrators are a gang of badge-weilding workers
Who claim that force was within their right for arrest & defence.
Melbourne is surrounded by work and achievments,
Yet walking through can feel like a valley of apathy
When everyone has a destination to hurry off to
Their walking creates a monotonous symphony.
Despite all the error that is wrought out
The city does help put the world into perspective
With its collosal size & population
A lot of the problems are just subjective.
Because not everyone can appreciatte the exact same things
But everyone, in their lives, gets plagued with many a tribulation.
By going out and comparing the size of the city to one’s home,
It allows one to experience a realisation;
The entire world is much bigger
Than what we consider “our world”
Showing that, really, our everyday lives
Are just a teeny-tiny whirl
In the grander picture of life,
And there is so much else to see and experience,
Showing that the majority of us
Really have a strong sense of inexperience.
You’ve read my chiming and rhyming,
You’ve read about the city’s strife.
So, finally, “What is the City?”
It’s a microcosm… of Life.
This is where I found the amazing panoramic image for the blog. “Photo by DAVID ILIFF. License: CC-BY-SA 3.0”
This website is the source of the image found on the left side of my blog, depicting Flinder Street Station & a passing tram. Very nice, no?
I credit this page for providing the stunning image of the Melbourne Nightlife that I used in the very first post, believed to be taken from the Eureka Tower.
The popular image that I used in the Limericks of Street Art post was gotten from this page.
- RASH (2005)
An Australian documentary about Melbourne Street Art – this is where I essentailly got all my information from.
This image from PTUA’s flickr account was used in my Haikus of Public Transport post.
- THIS VIDEO and THIS VIDEO
The first video depicts soundless footage of Ticket Inspectors getting violent, while the second is an ABC story about a man who was injustly beaten. Both were used to give me inspiration for the Haikus post.
Good source for short descriptions and images about Melbourne Landmarks, including the photo taken of St. Paul’s Cathedral featured in my Cinquains of Architecture post.
- THIS PAGE and THIS PAGE
The first page gives the details of the Queen Victoria Buildings, while the second is a forum discussing various Melbourne buildings that ahve been demolished.
The Herald Sun article that announced that Federation Square is the 5th ugliest building in the world, according to Virtual Tourist.
The source of the clerihew that I used at the end of my Cinquains of Architecture post.
Where the map I used in this post is found.
And entire body
Places of admiration and
On and on
What comes with time?
But will eventually
Face the Death Sentence:
Is how people
Look upon the structures,
Queen Victoria Buildings,
Fish Market, Saint Collins
Some Replacements like
Melbourne City Square are
Popular meeting place/
“World’s Fifth Ugliest Building”
Saint Paul’s Cathedral
Said to be beautiful.
Plain, tall building
Exists to take money.
Symbolise modern Melbourne
But for how long?
Perhaps even later?
They will all be
To satisfy needs
But at what cost?
The city, like the human body, never remains exactly the same,
Because society likes to grab the city and play a little game.
To make the city its own child and make it look fine.
Pray that society isn’t a metaphor for Victor Frankenstein.
*A clerihew about Wren, the designer of St Paul’s Cathedral:
“Sir Christopher Wren
Said, “I’m going to dine with some men.
If anyone calls
Say I’m designing St. Paul’s.”
Going to Melbourne
Requires one to travel.
Some walk, others don’t.
For those who don’t walk
There is an alternative;
It’s Public Transport.
Some say it’s social
Others claim it’s a nightmare;
Terrifying and dead.
Such as those meek people
Who don’t smile or acknowledge
The presense of others.
Or the delinquents
Who talk oh-so very, very loud!
As if all alone.
And the powers that be,
Feared by all the travellers;
Some calm, some tired,
Although some get badly violent
Seen as if a gang.
Panned by the media,
Hated by the passengers.
But just doing their jobs?
There is a unity
To be found amongst the people…
… when bunched up close.
For during busy hours
One can barely move.
So verily, Public Transport is a system worthy of applause!
But, much like communism, is riddled with vast amounts of flaws.
Reservedness and anti-social atmospheres ceases all motion,
And it certainly doesn’t help when there comes a commotion…
With sights, there is a part
Which argues that it is quite smart.
It expresses issues
It reaches for tissues
It is, of course, Street Art.
The artists show their passion
By creating the city’s fashion.
They spray and paint;
or is it “taint”?
Because some think that they lack compassion.
The government wants it clean
Because they think its obscene.
They clean the grime
It takes some time
They don’t want to be seen as mean.
So the graffiti gets taken down
And the artists give some frowns.
It’s like, c’mon
It goes on and on;
This endless routine of clowns.
Street art, in its physical form, can be great.
But behind it all, it’s one long debate.
Between artists and authority that cannot agree
An endless and repetitive struggle for eternity.
For never do I go
to take in the sights,
nor have I ever seen
any of the city nights.
No, when I do go,
it’s out of obligation;
because for work and travel
it’s the only destination.
So to express an opinion
on the life of the city,
I must seek out others opinions
and give, for each, a ditty.
Henceforth, there may be some contradictions,
But assure you, I do, that these are not fictions.
Just merely a mixture of many subjectives;
used to fulfill my ultimate objective.