We were standing up the hill near the Premier Cruz and a Frenchman was overlooking the valley. In his school English and our school French we began a conversation. He described how his grandfather tilled the valley below with horse and furrow until he began to look like son cheval. We laughed and then he said, pointing “Il reste”. And that was when my French utterly failed me. How could I tell him that somewhere near Ypres my grandfather and his brother-in-law also rested in French soil, their names written on walls in France and in Canberra. I have never worried for their remains. Safe in French soil just like the vigneron who plied his horse.
The Music of Language (and the Romanian Connection)
Romanian speaking writers associated with New Writers Group inc (Parramatta) have kindly mentioned the support received from other Sydney creatives (who speak/read no Romanian) and the obvious fact to me is that the gratitude should flow as much if not more in the other direction. There is nothing quite like a keen bi-lingual or multi-lingual writer to freshen up some concepts of what is literature and in how many languages and continents it can be shared. How do writers who develop their “voices” in one language move the authenticity (a loaded word) of those voices into another language? Well, on Friday evening, 27th March 2015, some answers were presented. Our gracious host, Mrs Oriana Acevedo, Multicultural Consultant, NSW State Library, opened the launch of two bi-lingual poetry anthologies, one by Mihaela Cristescu the other by Loredana Tudor Tomescu. The setting was the historic Dixson Room of the LIbrary’s Mitchell Wing. The Consul General of Romania in Sydney, Floricel Mocanu, attended; Mady Slabascu and Catalin Anastase performed readings brilliantly in both Romanian and English; and Sue Chamoun supplied Lebanese delicacies at supper. Above all, I’m reminded how close language is to music. Here are some visual highlights:
Poets’ progress! An old poet friend of mine, now passed, kind of bailed me up in a cafe in Parramatta mall eight years ago, to get support for a great proposition. It wasn’t as big as SWF, but it involved known names plus the never heard of, himself, a mic and Parramatta. I threatened to invite lots of literary poets, he said that was fine! It was insurance (lack of it) that killed the idea off. I wrote a poem about this disappointment and read it on 28th February, 2015 only steps away from the open-air theatre of my friend’s imagination. His name was Jim Spain. He wrote “bush” poetry which he performed well and loved to have published on outback radio. Award-winning Parramatta author, Felicity Castagna’s new project is in similar spirit: writers with varied experience sharing their work. The Connection Arcade event on the 28th Feb is to promote her monthly meetings coming soon to Parramatta’s heart. See Studio Stories for more information.
The Question of the Ninth
“It seems that the Ninth is a limit. He who wants to go beyond it must pass away. It seems as if something might be imparted to us in the Tenth which we ought not yet to know, for which we are not ready. Those who have written a Ninth stood too close to the hereafter.”
Just because Mahler died while writing his 10th symphony doesn’t mean anything to me, I try not to pick up more superstitions than the ones already grafted into my subconscious. And after all, counting/numbering musical works is a fraught business. Nonetheless I like Schoenberg’s famous line (Schoenberg declined to complete the work). I think writers (of books) often seem less than ready to write their topic or style and we can imagine we all have an invisible fence – but I figure Schoenberg included readers/listeners at that dangerous barrier. Provoking. Thanks to Classic FM for an illuminating session.
Collision Course – Kerryn Higgs
If it bothers you that we cannot sustain the life of “growth” we currently lead, yet we fail to prick the fantasy and get pragmatic, try Collision Course – endless growth on a finite planet – for a run-down on the debate in plain language by an author of incisive intellect. Launched at Gleebooks
Peter Carey, the Australian who lives in America
I don’t subscribe to the on-line Australian and the article I wanted to post in FB by Stephen Romei interviewing Carey (Oct 4-5, 2014) is for “subscribers only”. So back to the dark ages for a few typed out quotes from a print broadsheet:
“Australia is my lens, I cannot see the world any other way..”
(Referring to his book Parrot and Olivier in America, 2010:
“That book is of course about America – but it’s seen from the outside, from looking in and wondering why it’s so weird. I know an American couldn’t have written it, and I don’t think a French person could have written it. It’s an Australian book.”
Regarding whether non-Australians will recognise the historical characters in his latest novel Amnesia about hacking and the relationship between America and Australia, which references Pine Gap and the Whitlam dismissal:
“.. if you’re reading 19th century fiction then it wasn’t written for you. Yet we read it happily enough. I think if a novel has some sort of integrity and has a story and characters, people will deal with all of that stuff. When I wrote the Kelly Gang my friends in Australia were staggered by the idea that anyone outside the country would be the tiniest bit interested…”
And my favourite quote about British or American authors not making their texts easier for foreign readers:
“I mean, we didn’t know what a levee is, but we found out. They took the Chevy to the levee and they didn’t give us footnotes, and we didn’t want them; we were ok.”
The Penguin website can give you information about Amnesia.
Sheryl Sandberg, Facebook COO, was answering one of 10 Questions, a regular feature of Time Magazine when she said this: “…when men make mistakes, they don’t internalize it as their fault, so it doesn’t hurt as much…” The theme of the questions was gender equality, but it struck me that swapping the word “men” for “some people” would explain why relationships with anyone can come unstuck: only one person is apologizing! The view of Kiewa Valley has no relevance:)
The Brick pit at Newington, busy as usual with birds – never seen/heard a bell frog though! From the elevated circular boardwalk the smallest water birds, the grebes, seem tiny, even through binoculars. Despite the suspicious green, there must be a ton of fishy creatures in the depths. You can’t see them in the picture but the deep divers, the cormorants and grebes (as well as the coots and ducks) prove this is a prime hunting pool.
Every time we take a particular “nature” walk in the Booderee Nat Park, I try to photograph this tiny stream. It runs under a wooden bridge in a small slice of bush between heath and more open forest. Loved by whistlers, spinebills, thrushes and scrubwrens (despite the ever present New Holland honeyeaters claiming first place) it is a wonderful point on the grid, preserved for ever – I hope. I never get the colours, focus right. But this is the most recent effort.
Snow on site
Fake snow for free from WordPress until Jan 4. One day I must spend summer in a winter climate.