Edgar Allan

FIVE AND A HALF TRUTHS
 
Five bells
Wringing the truth
From tapestries
Lifelong beliefs
 
Gold, pure truth
Beyond doubts
Offered as proof
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
 
Silver, molded truth

LES MURRAY
 
Les Murray (b.1938) died in April 2019 at Taree, not far from his family home at Bunyah on the mid-north coast of NSW, Australia.
 
Les was a colossus of Australian and world poetry. Along with collaborator Geoffrey Lehmann, he published his first poetry in The Ibex Tree in 1965. Over the next fifty-five years Les published thirty-five works of poetry along with collecting and editing six works and penning ten verse and prose collections.
 
Les is remembered not only as a Poet Laureate but also as:
 
an autodidact with some ‘terrible politics” John Kinsella, The Guardian
having an anti-establishment streak (that) helped reinforce the idea that his poetry had a larrikin quality to it. Deakin University literature professor Lyn McCredden
a sub-human redneck, Les Murray
 
In the 1990s, a proposal to name a park in Chatswood in honour of Les was squashed by Councillors of Willoughby City Council on the basis that ‘he is not dead’ and concern that ‘he might say something embarrassing’.
 
 
 

Jolly
Roger, the Pilot
Stealing letters
From behind the skenes
Painting in words
Phrases and insights
Reassembling
 
Sitting on a farm
Is a far cry
From days behind a desk
Sifting the rest, from
What Sydney and Melbourne
Offer
Reassigning
 
Ken would be proud
Born and bread
Where Valerie
Adorned and fed
Lustre lights, shining
Around the table
Carousing
 
Life throws curved balls
To be caught and treasured
Softly playing in the park
Calming, a turbulent mind
Accepting the cloak of the buffalo
Sublimating form for flowers
Awakening
 
Who dare, save
Australia’s greatest
Laid down in time
Only the omnipotent
Time traveler
Smelting alphabets
Casting
 
Does coal smoke and bats
Represent a conspectus
So much to choose
So much to chew
Over, seeking perfection
Layering meaning within style
Extracting
 
Yet fanciful so
Running potpourri
Gathering chiropterms
Into blossoms of gold
Leafing wings
To they glisten
Shining
 
Olympus of peotic topography
Towering mind, body and spirit
Shunning relativist fame
One mind, condensing time
To highlights of achievement
Of lesser intellect
Overshadowing

FRETTING FOR LES
 
Les Murray married Valerie Morelli from Chatswood. They lived in Chatswood for a number of years with their children. During their time in Chatswood local resident recall that Les would often play with his son, who suffered from Autism, in the local park. Evidently Les had put barb-wire fencing atop the fences of their property to contain his son who tended to wander.
 
Whilst living in Chatswood, Valerie and Les revived a tradition started by another world-class poet, Kenneth Slessor (Five Bells), also from Chatswood. They would host dinner parties for poets, mainly from Sydney and Melbourne. These included Slessor and other recognised poets and literary figures such as Douglas Stewart (Fire on the Snow), Geoffrey Lehmann (his co-conspirator on Murray’s first book of poetry), Christopher Koch, Mark O’Connor, Peter Porter, Peter Goldsworthy, Chris Wallace-Crabbe, Alan Gould, Robert Gray, Jamie Grant and his wife Margaret Connolly.
 
Les penned many poems that resonate with imagery of Chatswood and the North Shore:
 
work’s turned its back on sweet brilliance
but when they start to loom, these towers
disappear. Dusk’s lightswitchers reveal
yellow business branching kilotail
and haloed with stellar geometry
Mirror-glass skyscrapers
 
In addition to Les and Kenneth Slessor, Chatswood and Willoughby has produced an extraordinary number of highly renowned poets, writers and literary figures who either lived in or wrote about the area. This includes Louise Mack, Mona Alexis Brand (Children of the Sun), Tad Orwell (Kangaroo Flat), Lennie Lower (Here’s Luck), Francis Webb (A drum for Ben Boyd), Kenneth Cook (Wake in Fright), Jennifer Rankin (Night ride), Barcroft Boake (Where dead men lie), Kate Grenville (Lillians story),Matthew Reilly (Scarecrow), Henry Lawson, Burnum Burnum (Wildthings),Nancy Wake (The White Mouse), Betty Roland (The touch of silk) and Gwen Meredith (Blue Hills), 
 
A move is in train to appropriately commemorate Les’ contribution to Chatswood. Some years ago, a park on the Pacific Highway was re-named Kenneth Slessor Park. Les, along with the ‘co-conspirator’ of his first book of poems (Geoffrey Lehmann) were invited to the opening. Whilst Lehmann attended, Les sent his apologies as he was travelling overseas. In the Foreword of Les’ conspectus of Australian poetry.[1]After describing his rationale for not including many classic poems of many of his selected poets he recounts that ‘you cannot easily leave Slessor’s Five Bells out of an Australian anthology and retain credibility.[2].
 
In his anthology (see above) he selected poets and poems based on poetic experience.[3] This included a swag of poets from the Northern Shore of Sydney where Chatswood is located:
 
Henry Lawson lived in Naremburn on the Northern Shore. It is reported that Lawson, known to have liked a tipple or two would often depart the tram and instead of going home would weave his way down into the bush where he would soend the night in a large cave overhang. Of particular interest is Lawson’s poem ‘Chatswood’ (Lone Pine 1919) purported by some as recounting the way Chatswood got its name. Other’s contest this assertion as a figment of Lawson’s fermented imagination.
 
Kenneth Slessor who grew up on the corner of Fullers Road and the Pacific Highway, Chatswood whose ‘Second-Class Ballad of the North Shore First’ resonates with the clatter of iron tyres of the NSWGR.
 
Francis Webb lived in Johnson Street, Chatswood. Francis had attended school in North Sydney and Chatswood. His personal library and collection of 18th and 19th century oil paintings were bequeathed to Chatswood Library. He penned a poecm about the Middle Harbour of the Northern Shore.
 
Of the various poets that used to attend Les and Valerie’s dinner parties in Chatswood, Les selected to include Mark O’Conner, Peter Goldsworthy, Christopher Koch, Peter Porter, Chris Wallace-Crabbe, Alan Gould, Robert Gray, Jamie Grant, Bruce Beaver and Jennifer Rankin..
 
Other local poets Northern Shore selected by Les as being ‘lively and readable’ include Harley Matthews, Barcroft Boake, Douglas Stewart, Christopher Brennan, Henry Kenndall, Mary Gilmore, RD Fitzgerald, James Devaney, AD Hope, Victor Daley, Robert Adamson, Vivian Smith, James McAuley, Robin Gurr and John Le Gay Brereton.
 
Les was a Patron of The Concourse at Chatswood, one of Sydney’s pre-eminent entertainment venues and the cultural home of the Northern Shore arts scene.
 
Terry Fogarty
Chatswood
May 2019
 
Terry Fogarty is the author of ‘Voices of the Northern Shore’[4] a literary gazetteer of the authors and poets of the northern shore of Sydney. His own poetry is both philosophically eclectic yet seamless. Grounded in place, personality and time he braids literary tapestries that can be both confronting yet calming. Recurrent themes from theatres of the absurd are seasoned with the frailties of written expression where he often subpoenas truth.
 
 
 
 
 
 


[1] Murray, L (1986/96), The New Oxfor Book of Australian Verse,  Oxford University Press Australia
[2] Op. cit p.xxiii
[3] Op. cit. p. xxi
[4] Fogarty, T (2008), Voices of the Northern Shore – a literary gazetter, Boake Press, Chatswood.


LOWER WALDEMER
April 2014
 
Lower Waldemere

Like a drink or two
Vanishes the spider webs
Open in the mind
 
Dubbo be damned
Life and death
Where else welcome
Dour breadth
 
Drama in a band town
Life separated from love
Love left to wander
Smoking in the big smoke
 
Smoking guns, left
Walter Brett gaily
Over the seas
Feeding the smoke
 
Swagging, unemployed, sleeping
Rough, your domain ours
Nervously waiting for stardom
Soon away
 
Labour’s Big Fella
Pointedly honed daily
Guardian (regular) penning
Becketts on all
 
Big Frank, took the risk
Regularly toiling
Weekly, telegraphing
Mischievous fluid
 
Oh Noel, the king humoured
’’The queen of th eEnglish stage?”
 
Packed by Packer
Hustled out the door
 
Australia
’s ‘funniest writer’
Funny costs
Seriousness, melancholy
Morose, distant
 
Legendary drunk
Writing in bards
Watering in scores
Slathered by temptation
 
Dead down
Heaving against the typewriter
Arms hanging straight
Pondering, agonizing, refining
Seemingly effortless comedy
 
‘Here’s Luck’ a toast
With toast and a shndy
When downed, ice cold
‘Here’s Another; to start with
 
A young man’s bottle with meaning
Transforms cross sex and generations
Amongst the low life
‘gintime girls’ and the anarchy of freedom
 
Cracking wise to the end
Reactions muted
Dying humour
Awaiting resurrection

WHERE LITTLE MEN FLY

Barcoft Boake
 
Disappearing amongst the trees
Lacking for work
Bereft by love lost
 
Tragic end to enthralling life
Folly, to swing by a whip
Without the applause all round

Depressed by Depression, depression?
Spawned poems of the bush
Bushman on a horse
 
Lost.