River Red Gums, or Eucalyptus Camaldulensis, are among our most ubiquitous of gum trees, but that doesn't mean they're a boring tree. As their name implies they grow along watercourses - including ones that are very very dry such as those you find in Central Australia. They are also a significant part of what makes … Continue reading The magnificent River Red Gums
First Nations Australians
Price Warung, Tales of the early days
Okay, I admit it, I have convict ancestors (plural even!). Consequently, I was particularly interested to read Price Warung's 1894 collection of short stories, Tales of the early days, when I discovered it was part of the Australian Classics Library recently published by the Sydney University Press. My convicts include John Warby who, with another labourer, … Continue reading Price Warung, Tales of the early days
Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones (Review)
What is is about coming-of-age novels? Why do we like to read them long after we've (hopefully) come of age ourselves? Is it because we like to compare our own experience with that of others? Whatever the reason, it is clear that we do like to read them because they sure keep being written and … Continue reading Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones (Review)
Australian Battle Cry, circa 1941
Somehow I would not have thought of socialism and patriotism being combined in the same person but, logically I suppose, there's no real reason why they shouldn't be. And it does appear they were combined in Dame Mary Gilmore, a famous Australian poet and journalist who was also well-known as a socialist. How do I know? Well, today … Continue reading Australian Battle Cry, circa 1941
Aboriginal women – sacred and profane
A regular column in The ABC Weekly, about which I have blogged a couple of times in recent days, was written by Australian writer Vance Palmer. I have only read one novel by Palmer - The passage - and have been feeling recently that I'd like to read it again partly, but not only, because … Continue reading Aboriginal women – sacred and profane
Kath Walker aka Oodgeroo Noonuccal
I fell in love with Kath Walker, as she was known then, in my teens and bought her book of poems, My people. I loved her passion for her people and the intensity but accessibility of her poems. Every now and then I look at them again. Today, however, my mum gave me a dear … Continue reading Kath Walker aka Oodgeroo Noonuccal
Some thoughts from Centralia
With daughter and dog minding the fort, Mr Gums and I headed out last weekend to Central Australia where we are spending ten or so days escaping the wintry south. It is an interesting place to visit, geologically, botanically and culturally; it is where we urban Aussies come across more indigenous people than we usually … Continue reading Some thoughts from Centralia
A day of gritty viewing
I went to two films today: Mary and Max this afternoon and Samson and Delilah this evening. Hmmm...both films are named for their two main characters. What an interesting coincidence. Both films are also slow-paced aiming, I think, to give a sense of "real time" but, while Mary and Max is a highly verbal film, Samson … Continue reading A day of gritty viewing
Boori (Monty) Pryor, Maybe tomorrow
Boori Pryor I wonder why I didn't read this book when it was published about 10 years ago? In the 1960s, when I was in my teens, I read poems like Kath Walker's (later Oodgeroo Noonuccal) We are going; in the 1970s when I was at university it was more academic works such as the … Continue reading Boori (Monty) Pryor, Maybe tomorrow
