mr percival dies
an iconic australian star passes away, and with him it seems, the country about which colin thiele’s book was written is also dying….
the book, storm boy, was made into a movie in the mid 1970’s. although the story featured a young boy, the main character of the book was the country. in most of the movies and books that i remember from that era, the notion of ‘trespass’ was an underlying theme. [tom keneally's books are also in that camp - thinking of 'a dutiful daughter' and 'the chant of jimmy blacksmith' for example - and randolph stow's 'merry-go-round in the sea' in particular]. in the movie ’storm boy’, it is the land, the coorong, which was the constant presence, the actual star.
here’s a short trailer -
the coorong, a large area of land at the end of the great murray-darling river system, a series of lakes and wetlands, deprived of water by european intervention, is dying. what was once a beautiful dry sparkling strange place filled with birdlife, turns into a sad shadow of itself.
the local indignenous people stand by helpless as their ancestral country is ruined by pastoral greed and plain ignorance.
how can we sleep while our beds are burning?
it belongs to them – let’s give it back.
the local xtian lads wrote this back in the 80’s… peter garrett front man for the oils is now being regaled by his own words, hung by his own petard…. meantime, their lyrics still resonate for us [shortly, a treatise on midnight oil and the now member for kingsford, linked to some other traditional views on oz]…
beds are burning…
the book, storm boy, was made into a movie in the mid 1970’s. although the story featured a young boy, the main character of the book was the country. in most of the movies and books that i remember from that era, the notion of ‘trespass’ was an underlying theme. [tom keneally's books are also in that camp - thinking of 'a dutiful daughter' and 'the chant of jimmy blacksmith' for example - and randolph stow's 'merry-go-round in the sea' in particular]. in the movie ’storm boy’, it is the land, the coorong, which was the constant presence, the actual star.
here’s a short trailer -
the coorong, a large area of land at the end of the great murray-darling river system, a series of lakes and wetlands, deprived of water by european intervention, is dying. what was once a beautiful dry sparkling strange place filled with birdlife, turns into a sad shadow of itself.
the local indignenous people stand by helpless as their ancestral country is ruined by pastoral greed and plain ignorance.
how can we sleep while our beds are burning?
it belongs to them – let’s give it back.
the local xtian lads wrote this back in the 80’s… peter garrett front man for the oils is now being regaled by his own words, hung by his own petard…. meantime, their lyrics still resonate for us [shortly, a treatise on midnight oil and the now member for kingsford, linked to some other traditional views on oz]…
beds are burning…
