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Words of Place   Leave a comment

Words of Place

Indigenous words
of the Gulidjan

Beeac Clan
Birregurra Clan
Guraldjin Balug
Gulidjan Balug

Our history, of their language,
holds so little

With only 100 known words,
their oral past has disappeared
their songlines lost forever


meaning sandy creek


meaning native companion


meaning of sand or fresh water

Nalangil, for weapon

Pirron Yallock, for little water or creek

Beeac, for salt water/salt lake
or a tribal leader living in the Warrion Hills

These are some of the remaining words
of the unknown clans that a long time ago
lived in the land of my youth

long before I was a dream
they were one with the land
and its creators

I feel a strangeness,
my lack of understanding
puzzles me to say the least

I went to school yet was
never taught of their history,
or told to listen for their voice

Their words of place no longer spoken
for the willy willies – the scary spirits –
had come and taken them away

I have a feeling that in the end this scary
spirit looked more like us, than the spirit
in the stories that they told their children


Posted 26/05/2016 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

Climate Walks Australia Talks   Leave a comment

Climate Walks Australia Talks

The banana leaves can’t be eaten, they have been tainted by rising sea water – there are no bananas. The coconut milk is curdled. The fish are dying before us, the evidence is the lack of food on our plate. We are the cockerel that has crowed more times than three, yet you still deny our obvious truth. You don’t know my island name because I have almost disappeared. You certainly won’t know me when I am lost forever. It will only take a small rise in the Liquid (un)Natural Progression (LNP) before we are all gone. We are a family of islands, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, we cannot swim and there are no lifesavers. Our people are an ocean people, a boat people, but they have been sabotaged like the Rainbow Warrior. It was not necessarily the French. We were told a truth that we believed, but it was nothing more than a cold call scam. Our richness was our people and culture, but the rich and greedy stopped noticing us when slavery was outlawed. Why help anyone when there is no profit. We would welcome you to our home with leis and kind words, even when you thought of us as ‘quaint’. Our hearts were big. We have asked you for help, but are not too sure – we have seen how you treat others. We have history with the custodians of your land. They welcomed us, as they did you, but you return no favour. Rising from our bed each morning salt water laps around our ankles. You tell us, “just move your homes”. Your ignorance shows, you can move a house but you cannot move a home. You, with your harbourside and mountain views, you, just live in a ‘thing’ – with no heart and no soul. As the water rises, I can feel the cold of the ocean depths – I pray it is not the coldness of eternal death instead.

Posted 21/05/2016 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

Connection   Leave a comment


You ground me
Like clean bare feet
touching freshly ploughed earth
I feel the cool damp of soil as
I walk amongst the birds
looking for food in the
freshly turned sods of our
own heaven and earth


You strengthen my spine
and give me backbone
encourage me to stand
straight against adversity
You do not demand of me
that which I am not
Yet you remind me often
of who I could be


There is us
We are a series
closely related in time
yet distinct from our peers
We can be a series of days
or just a series of moments where
one thing will lead to the next
We are two in a circuit


There is a bridge
It is not something that separates us
it is an object that links us
that brings us closer
It provides us passage
Yet it also supports us,
like the strings on a violin,
transmitting our vibrations


We bond, we form alliance
we systematically overlap
we are an alternating arrangement
of you and me and me and you
We need to hold no bond for
our hearts and mind are already one
You cannot hold bond against something
that is inseparable


Posted 08/05/2016 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized

Forgotten Saturday Mornings   Leave a comment

Forgotten Saturday Mornings

I can never remember Saturday mornings
except for the ever present mass at 7am
On the day my friends would sleep in
I was, because I was an altar boy,
volunteered by a very Catholic mother
to serve at early morning mass,
(often my 6th or 7th for the week)
After church I would ride my bike home

Posted 07/05/2016 by DarKarsean in Uncategorized