Absolutely amazing. You certainly do not need a junior reader around you to fall in love with this book. The introduction says it all; A rich and haun...moreAbsolutely amazing. You certainly do not need a junior reader around you to fall in love with this book. The introduction says it all; A rich and haunting allergy for all ages, all cultures. This will be a treasure on my book shelves to lift down and savour. I feel shivers up my spine as I read through the book. (less)
Bob Brown, a man I hold in very high esteem. So far the book has given me a sense of Optimism, something that can be pretty hard to maintain in curren...moreBob Brown, a man I hold in very high esteem. So far the book has given me a sense of Optimism, something that can be pretty hard to maintain in current times. Best chapter so far is not one full of Optimism however, it is absolutely cuttingly sarcastic. Brilliant. Chapter 14. The New Religion. I would love to quote the whole chapter but I hope you read it for yourself. The chapter finishes with are part of Drew Dellingers poem Hieroglyphic Stairway:
it's 3.23 in the morning and I'm awake because my great great grandchildren ask me in dreams what did you do while the planet was plundered? what you do when the earth was unraveling? surely you did something when the seasons started failing? as the mammals, reptiles, and birds were all dying? did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen? what did you do once you knew?
If you ever want a concise summary of the damage of fossil fuels on the environment to pass on to others have a read of Ch 25; Blackwater Really great read. There is a few chapters of political hi jinxes in the middle that are so so, but then get on to the Green Oration in the final chapters and be inspired. I am going 5 stars for the importance of the subject material and it being a great read(less)
As soon as I had a flick through and scan of the stories collected here I realised there would be no way to rate each story as better or best. Each st...moreAs soon as I had a flick through and scan of the stories collected here I realised there would be no way to rate each story as better or best. Each story will have to have its own little review. What a collection. Such fun to dip into. Some of the authors featured I have met up with before, and some are new faces.
Our Woman - what a wonderful story to start off this anthology. If they are all as spell binding as this I am going to be in heaven. Fairies and political intrigue and control and the just in the right place the sex and intimacy. Brilliant. Hands Off - wonderful fast paced sexy story. Of course I always love a story that has a dig at plastic, modern Hollywood culture. Shelter - The bad girl from her past appears in the night,stays for a night of passion, with the lurking threat of discovery by the law or something more dangerous. Fast paced, hot sex. Ungodly Ours - Oh my goodness. I am truly blown away by this story. It reads like someone's life. The first chapter I read, saying to myself, what the hell is this, where is this going, and I nearly put it down, but, my god it goes on to grow as the girls grow. I love it. Erotic. Sarcastic. Clever. So clever The Rules - hot, steamy, sporty sex. The Further Adventures of Miss Scarlet - a fabulous story to read and dream your way through a train journey home at the end of the day. Hot, hot, hot. A hint of mystery in detective serial type of fashion. Sunset, Sunrise - full on fast paced, mature, confident, take what you need story. With additional knock your socks off sex scenes. The Clinton County Horse Thief Society - Woo Hoo. The Wild West, horse thieves, sex, law and order and moral justice all in one story. What girl doesn't love a story with the smell of horses, a ride through the wild country and beans and campfire at night. Freedom - wow, is this the ultimate revenge on an ex, or the needing loneliness of a parent, or as the title says, freedom. But how can it be freedom with so many strings attached? I tell you what though, it is pretty insanely wild, free, fabulous sex across age barriers. Loved it and am left at the end going; "so what happens next, does it grow and blossom, could it ever?" Ascending Amelia - nothing like a bit of a fun night out at the club. Add a sweet, lovely new girl and a good time is had by all. Bachelorette Party - okay. Good read, rollicked along with sizzling sex scenes etc. But sorry my sense of fair play and all that stuff gets in the way of tales like this and I look at the others involved and the way choices are made with ease. I wouldn't care if it was the ending of a straight or gay relationship, there are ways to do it with care. So sorry couldn't get into this with enthusiasm. Thanks To Irene - well, what a way to ride out a cyclone. Fun Ash - and playing doctors and nurses, such fun games. The Law Of Reciprocity - romance, the lady of the manor and the servant, in the style of all good period fiction romances, but with a difference. Shallow End -a wonderful summer fling......well end of summer after much teenage longing, with a bored older woman. Raunchy, rollicking sex. The First Stone - what a truly beautiful read. Loved loved loved it. So descriptive. I could smell and taste this story. Wonderful. Out For The Count - and so the last in a pretty amazing collection. And what a great story. Every security person should be allowed to bend the rules maybe once, especially when the temptation is so sweet. Loved it. What a great story, beautifully written.
I have loved this collection. It of course deserves and is getting 5 wonderful stars from me. (less)
A purchase after visiting Sanctuary Mountain at Maungatautari in the Waikato region in New Zealand. Lovely little book with brilliant photos of the pe...moreA purchase after visiting Sanctuary Mountain at Maungatautari in the Waikato region in New Zealand. Lovely little book with brilliant photos of the personality bird Sirocco, an endangered species Kakapo parrot, the only nocturnal parrot in the world. Well worth the purchase price, proceeds going to the parrot programme. Educational for all ages and entertaining to read(less)
I can not remember where I came across this title, but it arrived in my reserve selections at the library and I have loved reading it, taking in the b...moreI can not remember where I came across this title, but it arrived in my reserve selections at the library and I have loved reading it, taking in the beauty and texture of the illustrations, and immersing myself in the verse.
I think the best way for me to review this gem and remind myself of its contents is simply to include the introduction printed before the first poem......
Tom Feelings selected drawings of people he sketched while in Ghana and Senegal, West Africa; Guyana, South America; as well as the United States. He blueprinted his finished line drawings onto sepia-toned sheets, and worked colour into the figures with coloured pencils. He then cut out and cemented down various shapes in coloured papers - textured, flat, plain, marbleised, as well as wallpaper - to create the final overall collage effect. Some stencilled cut outs were spray painted; for instance the art for Haki R Madhubuti composed "Destiny" was spray painted on silver paper. This is the first book Tom Feelings has done in full colour.
And from Tom Feelings: Today - the present- is a dangerous place for children of African descent children of the sun. They are standing between childhood and adulthood, midway between the past and the future, pulled away from their center. They are removed from the benefits of ancient initiation rites - rites of passage designed to ease young people into manhood and womanhood, into the responsibilities and protection of full communal life. Too many teenagers are growing up in an environment where indifference and hostility are bullets aimed straight at the core of their spirits. For four hundred years African creativity has been struggling to counter the narrow constraints of oppression, to circle it, turn it around, to seek order and meaning in the midst of chaos. My soul looks back in wonder at how African creativity has sustained us and how it still flows - seeking, searching for new ways to connect the ancient with the new, the young with the old, the unborn with the ancestors. Our creativity, moving, circling, improvising within the restricted form of oppression, reminds us that we must remain responsible to each other - we are not only individuals, but part of a collective that shares a common history and future. This book is a part if that flow if creativity. The artists who came together to create Soul Looks Back In Wonder understand that one way to protect our positive hopes for the future is for young people to see their own beauty reflected in our eyes, through our work. And so this book is for our precious young African sisters and brother, who are out today and tomorrow...........
Published in 1993, nearly 20 years have gone by, so much has not changed, and so much can easily be translated here to the Australian experience.
Absolute favourite for me is the final poem by Mari Evans, Who Can Be Born Black
WHO CAN BE BORN BLACK Who can be born black and not sing the wonder of it the joy the challenge
And/to come together in a coming togetherness vibrating with the fires of pure knowing reeling with power ringing with the sound above sound above sound to explode/in the majesty of our oneness our comingtogether in a comingtogetherness
A lovely lovely book for a dyed in the wool cat lover. And the perfect read for a 3 hour plane journey. A very touching tale of a man who could not qu...moreA lovely lovely book for a dyed in the wool cat lover. And the perfect read for a 3 hour plane journey. A very touching tale of a man who could not quite get his life together, and a street cat finding each other, supporting each other and creating a beautiful connection. By all accounts Bob is one of those absolutely incredible animals that connects with the human animals in a way that makes them all feel their day is better for the interaction. On a personal note, Bob being a ginger tom exhibited so many characteristics familiar to the ginger tom I share my living space with which made it special. I really enjoyed the easy and uplifting read after weeks of delving into some pretty heavy current day issues
One of the books every person in Australia should read before daring to open their mouth about the current asylum seeker debate in this country. Not an...moreOne of the books every person in Australia should read before daring to open their mouth about the current asylum seeker debate in this country. Not an easy book to read. Pretty damming of all sides of politics, of service providers and of the manipulation the Australian public is willingly submitting to. I would have liked to have rated it a 4.5 but since that is not available I have settled for a 4. (less)
A lovely and moving read from a daughter recalling her mothers pretty exceptional life. I feel a bit mean giving it 3 stars, thought about crossing ov...moreA lovely and moving read from a daughter recalling her mothers pretty exceptional life. I feel a bit mean giving it 3 stars, thought about crossing over to 4, but no stayed at 3. It is a sweet read. It feels a bit like you are intruding on private recollections. Enjoyable.(less)
Another find in the depths of our wonderful library catalogue. A lovely collection of 19 Dreaming Stories and a couple of songs written for a young, a...moreAnother find in the depths of our wonderful library catalogue. A lovely collection of 19 Dreaming Stories and a couple of songs written for a young, and also I would add a beginning to learn, audience. After hunting all over the internet to see if I could obtain a copy I have discovered it is a part of a teaching resource package produced in the early 2000s. That explains the big book format for reading aloud to a group. I do hope it is still in regular use in a lot of our schools all around the country. Of course my favourite story is The Message of the Butterflies. Those of you who know me in person will understand my delight in butterflies. If you have young folk, or want to read some delightful stories to widen you understanding of this countries first peoples, see if you can track down a copy(less)
This book was incredibly difficult to track down and then get my hands on. I first saw the title and summary posted on the AIATSIS Facebook page, then...moreThis book was incredibly difficult to track down and then get my hands on. I first saw the title and summary posted on the AIATSIS Facebook page, then went hunting using Trove as a starting point. I felt a strong desire to read this lady's story. It appears to now be up available in print and is held in only a couple of libraries around the country. Once again I say thanks to our Sunshine Coast Library for their work, it came to me through the inter library loan service.
This is a simply written story, it is this lady's story, and at the same time it is the story of many, many, in fact way too many, peoples lives here in Australia. There is a deviation from the majority of similar stories in that while Mrs Tur grew up in a mission situation she was able to maintain contact with her family, her history,her heritage. She was also beautifully blessed to find foster positions and work places that were kind, accepting and inclusive. It would appear this lady had the most amazing ability to find the positives in life situations. It would have been a privilege to meet her. I am told she is no longer with us, and I express my deep respect for her.
This is a story of hard hard work, of incredible achievement from very humble beginnings. Her skills in language, in interpreting within the court system and health system, teaching are extensive. She has lived a life straddling two cultures and her story and life should enrich us all. Included within the writing are selected poems that she has written as she moves through her life. Pg 89 ABORIGINAL WOMEN'S LAMENT My grandmother, my mother,my sister, my aunt. No-one wants to hear your story of pain and desolation. From Australia's foreign laws of assimilation forced upon you. The child that was torn and stolen from your sacred womb While your bleeding self still flowing. Nor,the shame of rape you were made to bear Due to laws beyond your knowledge and understanding. Your mournful wailing wafts across the land of your Dreaming, in agony for your child. Eyes grow dim with tears, and hollow longing for your seed. You beat your head and face with sharp rock in lamentation. My grandmother, my mother, my sister, my aunt: Compensation you should seek For your loss is the same as the children of the Lost Generation. Australia's shame of assimilation was not done with your notification. To segregate and diminish Aboriginal birthright was its intricate legislation. These laws were implemented for their own gratification.
Because this book is so hard to get your hands on I am going to quote several passages I marked as I went along. They will serve as reminders to me also. Pg 61. City Life: 1950-1955 "Even though Mum and Dad Bagshaw have died, their memories are precious to me. When people say to me: "You were only an Aboriginal house-girl in service to non-Aboriginal people", I look beyond the outer trappings of the relationship. Mum and Dad Bagshaw treated me as a human being, acknowledging my Aboriginal background and embracing me into their family. I guess in one sense they put me on a pedestal by saying that I was different from other Aboriginal people and offering me unique opportunities in life. Yet they praised my Ngunytju and when my mother came to stay with the family and me at McLaren Flat, Mum and Dad Bagshaw clearly showed their respect for my Ngunytju. The greatest gift of the Bagshaws to me was their injunction: "You know Mona, none of us can choose our birthright. Never be ashamed of your identity. Never be ashamed because none of us can help what we're born into. Always remember to be proud of your heritage as an Aboriginal and a non-Aboriginal person". These words and their wisdom have always resonated with me. As an Aboriginal my life history has been quite different from that of non-Aboriginals. Most of us have had to learn the social skills of two cultures, learn more than one language and apply survival skills k. The outskirts of small towns or in an urban setting. This may have involved being taught by senior people in our own group or being taken from our home by a government agency and placed in an institution, mission home or foster care. As I was not taken away from my Mother, I'm not a child of the Stolen Generation, bit I am a child of assimilation. I was forced by circumstances to leave my people in the camp to go to school at Oodnadatta, and later to leave my family in the station to work in Adelaide. There was no option but to adapt and change. One of the things we have to live with though, is the negative attitude both from our own community and from the non-Aboriginal mainstream. If we succeed I. Bridging the two cultures, we are called coconuts by our people black on the outside but white on the inside. It is not an easy choice. Anyway, as I grew older and later married, I became wiser and when some non-Aboriginal called us 'lazy Blacks' or made rude remarks, I learned not to be so thin skinned, I have always kept my dear Tjamu's (grandfather) words foremost in my mind: Ngitji Ngitji, nyuntu ngukuny kutjaratjara Anangu walypalaku, which translates as, You have been given two brains from your families: use them wisely. I think he made this remark to make me proud of both of my heritages".
Pg 106. A New Beginning: 1963-1973 ....while recounting the marriage of her daughter and accepting him into the family...... "............the young man was accepted into the family and was allotted his proper place in our Anangu kinship system as indeed had been the case with his parents whe they had been working with Anangu people in Marla. However I feel that bin-indigenous people do not really understand the fullness of their commitment and obligations when they are accepted into our kinship system"
Pg134. Only A Bridge: 1990-2010 Today my life's pattern seems to knot people from other cultures into the fabric of my own kinship. I have an adopted son who is Norwegian and his Indian wife whom I call my so. And daughter. Peter speaks our Yankunitjatjara language and respects our Anangu kinship. I also have a dear sister (Kanguru) whisks of Russian/Belgian heritage. She is my family. There are other people who want to come into our family, but now I tell them to think very clearly before accepting the role of commitment that comes with belonging -an understanding of the double responsibility that comes from straddling two or more cultures.
Pg 141 At long last we reached the outskirts of Oodnadatta and as we passed the town's racetrack, I reminded my co-travellers that in the past there was segregation between Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal spectators at the annual race meeting. Each group had its own section, and people were not to transgress or socialise across boundaries. We took such segregation as a matter of fact in those days, including the knowledge that racial boundaries were surreptitiously violated under the cover of darkness. Min don't know how things are at Oodnadatta nowadays but it makes me sad to think that racism was so entrenched in our childhood and that we took it as the natural order of things.
Pg 147 It is amazing how the bridge that forms one's life is crossed over and over again by different people and how the circle of connection and belonging keeps expanding. For me this embraces my three worlds: Anangu, Irish and Polish/Australian. Sometimes the bridge sways and groans under the heavy load; sometimes even, it breaks; but in my fortunate experience, it has been mended time and again, ready to carry the next load.(less)
Brilliant children's book on every level. It has everything needed in a great kids book. Repetition of ideas and phrases. Number sequences. Colour ide...moreBrilliant children's book on every level. It has everything needed in a great kids book. Repetition of ideas and phrases. Number sequences. Colour identification. Observation and interaction pages. Fresh, clear illustrations. Great ending. Funny in the way kids enjoy. Loved it. Now I want a couple of small people snuggled up on the couch beside me so we can read it aloud night after night after night, in the vein of the amazing Are You My Mother. A book to inspire a lifelong love of reading.(less)