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Title: Culpability


1
Culpability
  • Whos to blame?

Aim to introduce pupils to various sources that
explore this theme
2
WILFRED OWEN
  • Focus Poem Disabled

Other Poems The Last Laugh, Mental Cases
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Disabled waiting for dark
  • He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,And
    shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,Legless,
    sewn short at elbow. Through the parkVoices of
    boys rang saddening like a hymn,Voices of play
    and pleasure after day,Till gathering sleep had
    mothered them from him.About this time Town used
    to swing so gayWhen glow-lamps budded in the
    light-blue treesAnd girls glanced lovelier as
    the air grew dim,- In the old times, before he
    threw away his knees.Now he will never feel
    again how slimGirls' waists are, or how warm
    their subtle hands,All of them touch him like
    some queer disease.

5
Disabled he wonders why
  • There was an artist silly for his face,For it
    was younger than his youth, last year.Now he is
    old his back will never braceHe's lost his
    colour very far from here,Poured it down
    shell-holes till the veins ran dry,And half his
    lifetime lapsed in the hot race,And leap of
    purple spurted from his thigh.One time he liked
    a bloodsmear down his leg,After the matches
    carried shoulder-high.It was after football,
    when he'd drunk a peg,He thought he'd better
    join. He wonders why...Someone had said he'd
    look a god in kilts.

6
Disabled didnt have to beg
  • That's why and maybe, too, to please his
    Meg,Aye, that was it, to please the giddy
    jilts,He asked to join. He didn't have to
    begSmiling they wrote his lie aged nineteen
    years.Germans he scarcely thought of and no
    fearsOf Fear came yet. He thought of jewelled
    hiltsFor daggers in plaid socks of smart
    salutesAnd care of arms and leave and pay
    arrearsEsprit de corps and hints for young
    recruits.And soon, he was drafted out with drums
    and cheers.

7
Disabled what..the rules consider wise
  • Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer
    Goal.Only a solemn man who brought him
    fruitsThanked him and then inquired about his
    soul.Now, he will spend a few sick years in
    Institutes,And do what things the rules consider
    wise,And take whatever pity they may
    dole.To-night he noticed how the women's
    eyesPassed from him to the strong men that were
    whole.How cold and late it is! Why don't they
    comeAnd put him into bed? Why don't they come?

8
Rate the responsibility
  • List names of those Owen suggests might be
    culpable
  • The soldier
  • Women
  • Media men propaganda
  • Politicians
  • Society - pressure from those at home
  • Now rate their responsibility and be prepared to
    argue your case

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SIEGFRIED SASSOON
  • Focus Poem The General

Other Poems The Hero, They
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The General
  • Haig
  • What do you know
  • about Haig?

12
The General did for them
  • "Good-morning good-morning!" the General said
    When we met him last week on our way to the
    line. Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of
    em dead, And were cursing his staff for
    incompetent swine. "Hes a cheery old card,"
    grunted Harry to Jack As they slogged up to
    Arras with rifle and pack.
  • But he did for them both by his plan of attack.

13
OSBERT SITWELL
  • Focus Poem The Next War

14
The Next War heroes became bores
  • The long war had ended. Its miseries had grown
    faded. Deaf men became difficult to talk to,
    Heroes became bores. Those alchemistsWho had
    converted blood into goldHad grown elderly. But
    they held a meeting, Saying, 'We think perhaps
    we oughtTo put up tombsOr erect altarsTo those
    brave ladsWho were so willingly burnt, Or
    blinded, Or maimed,Who lost all likeness to a
    living thing, Or were blown to bleeding patches
    of fleshFor our sakes. It would look well.Or
    we might even educate the children.' But the
    richest of these wizardsCoughed gently And he
    said   

15
The Next War a capital idea
  • 'I have always been to the front-In private
    enterprise-,I yield in public spiritTo no man.
    I think yours is a very good idea-A capital
    idea-And not too costly . . . But it seems to
    meThat the cause for which we foughtIs again
    endangered. What more fitting memorial for the
    fallenThan that their childrenShould fall for
    the same cause?'

16
The Next War will you sacrifice?
  • Rushing eagerly into the street, The kindly old
    gentlemen criedTo the young 'Will you
    sacrificeThrough your lethargyWhat your fathers
    died to gain ? The world must be made safe for
    the young!'And the childrenWent. . . .

17
Richard Curtis Ben Elton
  • Focus Drama Blackadder Goes Forth

Episode Goodbyeee
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Goodbyeee Synopsis
  • Goodbyeee is the last (and the nation's
    favourite) episode in the Blackadder Goes Forth
    seriesGeneral Melchett has finally given the
    command for the company to go over "over the
    top", that is to say charge to their certain
    deaths. Blackadder pretends to be mad so that he
    can be invalided back to Blighty - unfortunately
    the penalty for pretending to be mad is death by
    firing squad, so that plan ends in
    failure.Melchett sends Darling to the trench to
    join them for the final push. Even George
    realises, in a fit of honesty, that he's afraid.
    All hopes of last-minute reprieve gone, the four
    men climb over the trench, and walk into the
    German machine-gun fire.

20
Goodbyeee Final Episode
  • Baldrick'Hear the words I sing,War's a horrid
    thing, But still I sing, sing, sing,Ding a ling
    a ling.' Melchett 'I'll just have to sit this
    one out on the touchline with the half-time
    oranges and the fat wheezy boys with a note from
    matron, while you young bloods link arms for the
    glorious final scrum down.' Blackadder
    'Whatever it was, I'm sure it was better than my
    plan to get out of this by pretending to be mad.
    I mean, who would have noticed another madman
    round here?'
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