SNAKE CHARMED

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STILL HOT SPRING SO THIS IS EXTRA HEAT AT 7AM STANDING POOL SIDE SURVEYING PLANTS THEN

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SUDDEN MOVEMENT GLIMPSED, A SLIM SNAKE SLITHERING ALONG THE STONEY MULCH SO – 

SO I JUMPED IN DEEP POOL RISING SAFELY SWIMMING TO SIDE AND PEER AT SAID SNAKE TO EYE ITS SIGNIFICANT MARKINGS

SHIMMERY COPPER SKIN TURNING TO OLIVE GREEN GLISTENING BROWN AND SLENDER A PETITE SNAKE BUT NO LESS A KILLER WARNING, I SWIM SILENTLY STORING IMAGE IN MY BRAIN AND WAIT FOR IT TO SLITHER AWAY SO I AM FREE TO EXIT

STRAIGHT UP THE STAIRS TO GOOGLE SOUTH EAST QUEENSLAND SNAKES TO LEARN HOW DICEY WE LIVE IN OUR CREATED EDEN

link to WHIP SNAKE I.D.

THE SEARCH FOR ALTERNATIVE GARDEN DESIGN IS ON MY MIND. THE KEY IS TO SEE THE SNAKE, WATCH IT AND BE STILL SO AS NOT TO SCARE IT INTO SELF-DEFENCE WITH POISON

My favourite Australian short story at : HENRY LAWSON’S SNAKE STORY (1896)

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Biology lesson 2018 – the whip is the end of tail – venomous – yellow faced whip snake, SE Qld Fairney View November 2018

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Snake

D. H. Lawrence1885 – 1930

A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.

In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.

He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.

Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second-comer, waiting.

He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.

The voice of my education said to me
He must be killed,
For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold venomous.

And voices in me said, If you were a man
You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.

But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?

Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him?
Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him?
Was it humility, to feel honoured?
I felt so honoured.

And yet those voices:
If you were not afraid you would kill him.

And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.

He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.

And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered further,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.

I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.

I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.

And immediately I regretted it.
I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!
I despised myself and the voices of my accursèd human education.

And I thought of the albatross,
And I wished he would come back, my snake.

For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.

And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords
Of life.
And I have something to expiate:
A pettiness.

 

This poem is in the public domain.

 

 

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1944 Russell Drysdale – The Drover’s Wife – see AUSTRALIAN ART  
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GREAT BARRIER GRIEF

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GREAT BARRIER GRIEF  – FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES – SAVING THE GREAT BARRIER REEF 2018

CLICK TO ARTICLE ABOUT CRIMINAL CHARGES ON DIRECTOR OF BARRIER REEF NGO

Our Last Arts grant Application at the Australia Council, asking $20,000  to produce puppet show about coral reef wonders 1988. It took 3months to fill. Education and arts means learning about the Natural World and it’s intersection with us. We listen to the ABCRadio Nation Science Show every Saturday at midday so we were well informed on the latest news about carbon pollution causing global warming 25 years ago. It was rejected. It was our last gasp in puppetry after 30 yrs.  The PM had $440million up his sleeve for his mates projects.  Apart from the corosion in governance and the institutions like the CSIRO it went to a NGO packed with CEO’s who we know could have dug deep in their own pockets.  Nature and Kids come first – ban Coal.

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Foam rubber puppet making workshop with Master Puppeteer Roy McNeill (with New Zealand Puppet Theatre 1990)

click PUPPETEERS BIO LINK – SYDNEY, MELBOURNE, QUEENSLAND

 

TO BE AN AUSTRALIAN CITIZEN PILGRIM

If your ancestors were dispossessed, slaughtered and had their land and their children stolen, would you celebrate the date on which that all began?#changethedate

Another Australia Day 26th January long weekend. It was the arrival of the First Fleet of British convicts.  200+ years later I discover my ancient rights and liberties are thwarted by the Tories of today,(LNP) a  legacy of Westminster’s punitive policy against the disadvantaged.

Westminster rejected her base born, poverty stricken and protesting peasantry to the land Captain James Cooke had reported on in his scientific mission of 1770.

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JANUARY 2018 – 30 YEARS since my arrival as a teenager in 1978. The Ministers of the Commonwealth have as much disregard and resistance to redistribution of that Commonwealth to the poorest and sickest of it’s citizens, whilst declaring Jesus as their guiding Light!

You always know you’re in for a kicking when the politicians come out and reckon all dole recipients are bludgers and fraudsters. Nothing to do with the nuances of the individual or the economic failures of their policies.

Transfering the poor buggers to a lesser payment whilst they get a pay rise! The Audacity! Hang on isn’t this a worker’s Paradise? State and Citizen partners in the Commonwealth. A safety-net to stop anybody becoming destitute?

The News is, Australia has become more unequal by the incompetency and greedy self-interest of those with power and influence.

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One hundred years ago women met with State resistance for their right to vote and today I am punished for needing the safety net of a disability support pension: There must be many pensioners who have elderly or dying parents in their birth countries who they wish to visit – in the time that is needed, including funerals, but if I leave Australia, I will be paid for up to 28 days from the date I leave. I’m stunned really, my sense of autonomy as a 55year old Australian has been challenged:

If I’m still overseas after 28 days, payment stops.

Consider this my Parliamentary representatives: It would be fairer to consider it like a 3 months Long Service Leave for contributing to the culture, giving birth and creating daughters and now grandsons for the country!

My parents are in their end years and disabled by various health conditions. I could reasonably expect to be called to either of their funerals anytime. I have to be ready to return to my mother-land, like the First Peoples inner calling to Country.

I’m looking for my Australian Citizenship certificate so I can apply for a new Australian passport.  I must prove I am a BRITISH BORN AUSTRALIAN –  NOT UNDER SCRUTINY FOR MY DUAL LOYALTIES…..like our Parliamentary representatives!

 

I’ve been asked a handful of times if I would consider nominating for local government or Parliament. Like many British born emigrants being Australian sometimes I feel like a motherless child or like having  a left-over limb of your British Empire roast…

It’s inherited from your culture. It was common for family members or neighbours to go and live in Australia. Sometimes they went back like my mother and step-father.

We nearly emigrated in 1970, but my Dad pulled out the day before the Ship was booked. He couldn’t leave not sure of seeing his Mum and Dad, or the town of Selly Oak, he knew so well.Nan and Grandad.jpg

New South Wales was a potential Life-sentence!

It took mum a second marriage to return to the land of Oz. The first time had been torturous being kidnapped by a scheme set up to empty the orphanages after the war. Unfortunately, after 10years her husband  wanted to go back ‘home’, even though they had been better off economically i.e. good wages and conditions for their skills and experience in Birmingham, ‘the workshop of the world’!

My sisters and I knew which side of our sliced bread was buttered. Melbourne was our home Port, School and Work, but Mum was the holder of an invisible boomerang: kidnapped by Minister of Emigration for a white (Catholic) Australia in 1950, she returned at the request of a recently married Mother she had been told by the Sisters of Mercy was Dead.

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Birmingham Registry Office

There are many of us creating paper-work for the Public Servants gathering evidence of our Australian citizenship, but whereas Mum was punished by the British Government for being “illegitimate” I’m being punished for a chronic bi-polar/mental illness and the tyranny of distance!

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Apology to the Child Migrants like my Mum, an event at Qld Parliament.

Held hostage to this Government’s policy. 

I was spoon-fed a deep connection to Australia via my mother’s memories when she was transported to New South Wales, as a child migrant from the overwhelmed Orphanages in 1950.

MUM’S HERSTORY LINK: WHITE AUSTRALIA POLICY – CHILD MIGRATION

THE HUMANE APPROACH

A funny thing happened on my belated honeymoon to former pom, Yorkshire born Roy. It was 1984 at Denpasar Airport, Bali. An officer said we didn’t have a re-entry Visa so wouldn’t be able to get back into Australia!

But we ‘re Australians. We live there! My baby is going to be born at the Queen Vic birth centre in 4 months!

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The advice was to go to the Australian Embassy as soon as we settled into our hotel. A kindly official informed us she would issue a temporary visa but we would need an Australian passport with Australian Citizenship even if we had emigrated in 1964 and 1978 on a family passport.

The travel agent hadn’t told us we could be deported. Nobody told us we could be put in a detention centre, deported back to that cramped, grey Thatcherite, brittle society.

The Black Shirts of P.M. Abbott’s Border Force has come to pass, and his comrade Dutton, a Minister of Home Affairs resonating in black and white ideology.  

BLOODY OATH
Australian Citizenship but did I renounce my British citizenship? I can’t remember….

In my Dream, an Irish ancestor CATHERINE MURPHY told me,

 

THE ANSWER, IS AN AUSTRALIAN REPUBLIC – A NEW ANTHEM, NEW FLAG. I see it blowing in the wind… AND I added, Turn a new leaf on the recycled paper to compliment the Commonwealth with a Bill/Charter of Rights… 

Inscribe into the social safety net section, every person has the right to not be devalued by Parliamentarians.

Make the young people proud like they are in the Irish Republic, guiding the Australian tourists with Irish roots around the old Oppressor’s administration, Dublin Castle; and this is a portrait of our elected President….

In one night the solution rung true, to rescue our social democracy for our grandchildren’s fulfilment of their dreams – A decent income for your labours in a dream home with a pool in a sunny climate, and enough spare to use your 12 weeks long service leave to visit family and friends stuck in the Mother Country. It’s a basic desire. Natural to a migrant nation. Insc

 

 

 

 

 

 

Revised (c)copyright JMcNeill 2018 all rights reserved

 

 

Dreaming Walpiri (NAIDOC week)

 

6am Sunday – ABC Radio National – is part of my daily Bread….GOD FORBID   

Today is the beginning of NAIDOC week, celebrating National Aborigines and Islanders NAIDOC week   

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At the fore of my consciousness is our family’s tour of the Northern Territory to present husband Roy’s puppet show and puppet-making workshops.

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JABIRU SCHOOL learn why “Scraps” the backyard duck is a great recycler in MANY HAPPY RETURNS 1989

Real Fantasy Theatre, formerly Jika Jika Puppets was founded by Roy McNeill in 1981 North Fitzroy, Victoria. Touring was a big part of life as Puppeteers and so it became for our pre-school daughters and Spot the dog.

One tour stands out; a Northern Territory trip including a 2 week residency at  Lajamanu Primary School in June 1989.

 

 

LAJAMANU ARTISTS online

ABC RELIGION: NAIDOC WEEK worth listening to.

PETITION for MOTHER NATURE

To: Politicians of Local, State and Federal Governments

BABIES DEMAND SOLAR FEEDS

JM

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Campaign created by
Julie McNeill

BABIES DEMAND SOLAR FEEDS

Solar Lights on the hill.
Origin energy bill is halved by solar hot water and energy panels, and energy conservation mindfulness.
WITH NATURE
A native timber dry rainforest on 1.5 acres my husband planted and mulched over 20 years.

ENDANGERED SPECIES

Be Honourable M.P.s. What do our babies need to nurture them? A Climate change not above another 1.5 degrees! Global Seas are increasing in warmth, and there are too many naysayers being believed.

For our kids, please Leave Coal in the Ground. The Future is Now with Renewable energy…

Families could thrive below global 2 degrees rise. Protect us. Plant native Trees! Plant Blue gum for the Koalas now! 

 http://www.wwf.org.au/what-we-do/species/koala#gs.EAG0HKo 

virgo 5:9    WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST IN ALL POLICIES!

Save animals in our picture books from extinction.
Protect the ecology of land and ocean. Don’t sacrifice our well-being to amoral coal capitalism. Save our Souls from destructive storms and acid seas. 

Why is this important?

All our Aussie babies have a Right to develop in a natural environment where wonder and curiosity of life is not destroyed by man-made carbon pollution but harnessing and storing the Sun.
Babies require people to provide a safe place to live, for our Parliamentarians to be ecological public servants for the Commonwealth. Be Honourable!

How it will be delivered

via my Parliamentary Representative, Shayne Neumann MP for Blair(ALP)

Ask your Member of Parliament – WHY, for JOBS ALONE? Really amidst the evidence?
You would rather a climatic catastrophe when jobs will be washed out?