Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Charcoal Drawing: Point Addis Koorie Heritage Walk
June 14, 2012

These are the first grass trees I have seen on this walk.

The forest is twisted and tangled

Stunted Iron Barks

Silence

The sky is greying

The wind rustles the canopy overhead.

There was a cracker of a thunderstorm last night,

Little evidence of the heavy rain this morning apart from dampened ground.

On the way here, a mob of kangaroos surveyed me with curiosity from the safety of a paddock.

22nd April 2012.

The Austral Grass Tree (Xanthorrhoea australis) was useful to aboriginal people. 

 The resin from the leaves was used to cement stone axe heads and and spear tips to wooden handles.

The young leaves and roots were eaten whilst the nectar from the flowers was a sweet treat.

22nd April 2012

Spiritual Song of the Australian Aborigine

I am a child of the Dreamtime People

Part of this Land, like the gnarled gum tree

I am the river, softly singing

Chanting our songs on the way to the sea

My spirit is the dust-devils

Mirages, that dance on the plain

I’m the snow, the wind and the falling rain

I’m part of the rocks and the red desert earth

Red as the blood that flows in my veins

I am an eagle, crow and snake that glides

Through the rain forest that clings to the mountain side

I awakened here when the earth was new

There was emu, wombat and kangaroo

No other man of a different hue

I am this land

And this land is me

I am Australia.

Hyllus Noel Maris

(1934 – 1986)

Hyllus Noel Maris was of Yorta Yorta and Wurundjeri descent.

Her poem, ‘Spiritual Song of the Australian Aborigine’, appears in abridged form on a sign at a look out at the end of the Koorie Heritage Walk. The lookout gives views across Bass Strait and along the coast to the entrance to Port Phillip Bay.

Representatives of the local Wathaurong community contributed to the development of the walk.

Point Addis lies between Torquay and Anglesea on Victoria’s Surf Coast.

 

Making Art: Poems By Sandy Jeffs
February 19, 2012

This post features art I have made in response to poems by Sandy Jeffs.

Through her poetry, Sandy expresses her experiences as a woman living with the mental illness, schizophrenia.

I am desperate to purge this noise,

but the night encroaches

and I am lost to the voices in the dark.’

Excerpt from ‘Voices in the Dark’, Poems from the Madhouse

 ‘Here we sail away with the wind in our hair,

and as we are the Ship of  Fools, we embark

on a journey to all asylums through all the ages

where we meet with Fools and Jesters who show us the way.

Excerpt from ‘Asylum’, Poems from the Madhouse

‘And those eyes!

 Those glazed, crazed eyes

which stare 

and are unremitting.’

Excerpt from ‘Julian’ , Poems from the Madhouse

‘I wander bleary eyed

disbelieving the things I see

dragging in and out

of abandoned buildings’

Excerpt from ‘The Wanderer’, The Wings of Angels, A memoir of madness

‘and she is the untamed dark wood

haunted by spectres of cheerless souls.

She is a dank forest

abundant with clinging vines.’

Excerpt from ‘The Untamed Dark Wood’, The Wings of Angels, A memoir of madness