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Richest fluency
"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body." Walt Whitman
Well, another Australia Day in a harsh hot dry January. If only Arthur Phillip had delayed his arrival until a more pleasant time - April 26 perhaps, or September 26. But January 26, what was he thinking? Not about the future, that's for sure. Perhaps, like "Christmas in July', we could have "Australia Day in June".
There was a silly advert in the lead up to the 26th, whipping up enthusiasm for patriotism on Australia Day with the mention of barbecues and beaches. Is that really all it's about?
Or is it partly about our role in remembrance of all of the people who have lived in our backyard - not just Don Bradman, but of all the peoples and achievements and events of the Australian years since 1788, and the 40,000 or so years that preceded them. Scientists and teachers, farmers and nurses, philosophers and poets, film makers and writers, architects and engineers, soldiers and explorers. Oh and the Aboriginal people who loved and served this land not just in the millenia before 1788, but in the 221 years since.
And is it partly to do with recognising our responsibility as guardians of a fair chunk of the world's surface and a not inconsiderable number of unique and irreplaceable plants and animals? I saw an item the other day about people fighting to protect a Victorian beach from the mindless proposal to build a desalination plant. It was in the backyard (or at least just over the fence) of one leading protester, and the reporter asked him, as they always do, aren't you just being a Nimby (not in my back yard) and he replied, in style, "Well, if we don't look after our own backyard, who else will?"
A good reply. Not long after the first Australia Day (three cheers for King George the Third - our beginnings are essentially the reverse of America!) the governor had to stop people chopping down trees in the colony's backyard because the only source of water, the Tank Stream, was being polluted and lost. It has been a theme of Australia ever since - chop down the trees, wreck your own water supply. So all Australians need to be Nimbys, protecting the continent which is our backyard.
And is it to do with seeing our role as citizens of the world? Australia Day shouldn't just be a matter of looking inwards and alternately putting on black or white armbands, depending on our ideological position. There are plenty of countries that do that on their National Day, aye, and all the year round in some cases. We need to look outward, be good neighbours to the world. Not be the country that is recognised just for helping America destroy Iraq, or the one that gets confused with Austria or New Zealand, but one that sets a good example in being a world citizen. Perhaps the one that aims to be the first to be carbon neutral would be an excellent start, would set an excellent example.
And we can be world citizens in other ways. I helped save some of America's wilderness when I signed a petition the other day, to try to reduce some of the Bush regime's last minute rush to destroy even more of America. None of my business, I suppose, not my backyard at all, but if I can help I should. Got thanked (along with thousands of others) by Robert Redford, whose backyard it really was. Just starstruck enough to appreciate that, even at my age.
So next year, come 26 January, perhaps we can think more about our own backyard, and what is in it in addition to barbecues and beaches (with or without desalination plants). And what responsibilities we have, as well as our right to barbecue. And about the backyard of the whole world, and how we can help others say "not in my backyard". It's our backyard too.
{ 12:34 PM, 26 January 2009 }
{ Posted by Frances }
David, this reminds me of a short film made in 1986 in which a group of aboriginal people land on a beach and claim the barbecue area as their own to the astonishment of the white folks. It's hilarious and a good one to watch on Invasion Day. See
http://www.creativespirits.info/resources/movies/babakiueria.html
Your piece also reminds me of a song by Judy Small that I heard her perform at Newstead Live! festival yesterday - Charlesworth Bay - about the despoiling of a natural area that was close to her heart, and how if she goes to holiday resort she now wonders "Whose Charlesworth Bay was this?" A very powerful song which may encourage people to defend the precious wild places close to them. You can read the lyrics at http://www.mysongbook.de/msb/songs/c/charlesw.html
[David says - Yes Frances, that's why I called the piece what I did, hoping someone would recognise the reference to the film. Was it really 1986?!
Don't know the Small song, but it sounds about right, and will look it up.]
Edited by mrpickwick on 26 January 2009 at 2:53 PM
"You are a person of some interest,one comes to you and takes strange gain away." (Pound)
"I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but the continual drinking of knowledge. I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world." (Keats)
"nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights - or if a sparrow come before my window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel." (Keats)