Category Archives: MAX BARRY WRITING

FEBRUARY 27 2011 : Day 58 : People deserve the truth.

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People deserve the truth. They deserve honesty. The best music, you can seek some shelter in it momentarily, but it’s essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.  

Bruce Springsteen.

GEM COLLECTION TOPIC : PEOPLE DESERVE THE TRUTH.

MAX BARRY TECHNIQUE NO 15 :  The Restart.

What: You abandon the story you’re working on, even though you know it’s brilliant and the idea is perfect but GODDAMN it is driving you insane for some reason.

Today will see the beginning of a restart for me. February is almost done. I am going to follow through on the GEM COLLECTION TOPICS and move into a different technique guide. I don’t know as yet what that will be but it will be a March Restart. I wrap the month up with PEOPLE DESERVE THE TRUTH.

I am not going to write much about that topic. Once again, I repeat the words I once read. “ Dishonesty makes  people afraid.”

Thanks to Max Barry for unknowingly providing me with the February theme. I surely did need it.Thanks to Me for making the Gem Collection from hours of hunting down the words I have needed for the days that come to me.

The Kookaburra who has been here for weeks is still up close to the house and looking at me now and then. I am giving up on the idea of February 2011, my dear Burra. Its really hot and I am really done in.  Let’s rest.

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february 26 2011 : Day No 57 : She went to her aunt’s house since she had no saree but her aunt came out wearing a rug.

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WITH AUNTY.

She went to her aunt’s house since she had no saree but her aunt came out wearing a rug!

Explanation:

From bad to worse, when you think you are in a bad state and wish to live from mercy of some other person, you face the harsh reality that every one is living in a bad state!

Tamil Proverbs

http://karkanirka.wordpress.com/2008/11/29/tamil-proverbs-7/

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GEM COLLECTION TOPIC : THE WEARING OF THE RUG.

MAX BARRY TECHNIQUE NO 9 : The Break of Dawn.

What: You wake, walk directly to your computer, and write.

Dawn is far more than broken. The Midday is even passed and it is late Summer hot. Lawnmowers have started up next door. Birds are squarking and the kookaburra is back in the front grasses fetching wigglies to eat.

The topic hit me a little hard because the realisation that other people also do it tough came to me late in life. A rare combination of self-pity and low self esteem kept me deluded for years. I thought everyone else handled life better than I did and had an unseen supply of abundance to which I was not privy.

Now I see that the Aunts wear Rugs.

What we do have in our family is a fine network of Aunts. My own Auntie Jean is a classic. Near 90 years old and feisty as. Penetrating wit and intelligence and dearly loved by me. She once told me I could call her “Jean” but that would entirely destroy the Auntiness of it all.  Aunties might not have sarees but they do very well in their rugs. I saw my Auntie Jean this week and might now be capable of organising a saree for myself. That’s the effect she has on me.

 

FEBRUARY 25 2011 : Day 56 : Our eyes far ahead of us, we move over hard ground the only way we know: our hearts follow, our minds follow, unable to resist the music in the slowly turning mists on the horizon.

Silver: Roberta Lowing

http://www.australianpoetrycentre.org.au/?p=251

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GEM COLLECTION TOPIC : Our eyes far ahead of us, we move over hard ground the only way we know: our hearts follow, our minds follow, unable to resist the music in the slowly turning mists on the horizon.

from SILVER by ROBERTA LOWING

MAX BARRY TECHNIQUE NO 8:  The Headphones.

What: You strap on headphones and crank up the volume.

Friday is here and I am home alone. Just the birds and me after the deep engagement with family and shattered routines. Eyes far ahead of myself.  I have Classic FM radio on as well as Van Morrison and INTO THE MYSTIC. I am taking a look for MOONDANCE as well. My sister and I , well we were young in the 60s and 70s. She died on the night of the Full Moon last week. A Marvellous night for a Moondance. Right, that’s the two of them lined up.

“Our eyes far ahead of us, we move over hard ground the only way we know: our hearts follow, our minds follow, unable to resist the music in the slowly turning mists on the horizon.”

I woke to mists this morning. Down here on the dairy flats. Not the winter mists but the mists that signal a hot day coming in. Life at home is in disarray as it ought to be after such a thing. On the clothesline is one pair of swimming shorts, a TShirt and a one pair of undies. They don’t seem to be drying. Not quite. Holding onto the  salted moistures. The grasses are overlong and one wheel fell off the lawnmower.

So I sit at the side window at my little desk and let my eyes see far ahead of me. Beyond the hard ground to where the music sings from “ the slowly turning mists on the horizon.”

 

A MARVELLOUS NIGHT FOR A MOONDANCE

ClassicFM is still powering beside me. On my ancient radio. The Poem is called SILVER. The one where I found those lines about slowly turning mists and hard ground and the music calling. Its an Australian poem. SILVER has brought many images to me this morning. I have long silver hair. Massed and messed and tangled. My sister  – well she had lost her hair in the brutal treatments of the brutal diseases. We were girls when the 60s and 70s brought the Dropping Out and far eyes did see distant horizons. Our hair was long then and dark and we dressed in raw silk and wore sandals. We rode in mini mokes and lived in country houses. We took Lovers and bore children.

One comment sent me me this last week was from Chrissie who said “I’ll always remember you 2 as the 2 hippy chicks in urunga 🙂 in the good old days”

This morning, I sit at the side windows. I have the music on and the mists have completely risen and unmasked the Summertime Day. Seems to me the wraiths are with me. The horizon is not so far off as it once was and the music is rather clear. I hear again the old priest of Tumbulgum in his purple shirt reminding me that he and I heard the music of other spheres.

OUR HEARTS FOLLOW.

OUR MINDS FOLLOW.

To children in black dresses and mountain cities. To Old Places and Young People. It was indeed a Marvellous Night for a Moondance and now – INTO THE MYSTIC.

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http://www.australianpoetrycentre.org.au/?p=251

ONE WORD TO THE WISE – DON’T UNDERESTIMATE THE STORYTELLER.

FEBRUARY 24 2011 : Day no 55: Even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea.

http://quotations.about.com/od/stillmorefamouspeople/a/Englishproverb1.htm

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GEM COLLECTION TOPIC : Even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea.

MAX BARRY TECHNIQUE NO 7 : The Intoxicant.

What: You consume alcohol, narcotic, or caffeine before writing.

We are approaching the end of the month. Its grey and clouded and cool here at home. The grass has grown long and the nights are grown darker. The kookaburra is still on the front fence and I’m sitting at my table at the windows once more.

Even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to the sea.

 

I have taken once more to chewing extra strong peppermints and musk lollies. They will for for stimulants this morning. And I shall do some river thinking. I live on the Northern Rivers of NSW. Most of them are not weary rivers. They are short feisty rivers with the mountains just behind them. The mighty Clarence is the exception to that. 400kms of winding river.

Here in Raleigh, the Bellinger runs along down the bottom of our road, meets up with the Kalang and flows out to sea at Urunga. Urunga – where the rivers meet the sea. We were down the road the other day and along a little at North Beach. The temperatures were high and the sun blitzing us. The Mob had come down the mountain from Armidale for the funeral and they were par boiled from the mid summer drive. So we went to the North Beach River Pool and there we swam.

ODDS AND ENDS ABOUT RIVERS.

BELLINGER TO THE HASTINGS.

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Even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to the sea.

Going south to Farewell, we crossed the Rivers that have been part of our family lives since the 1800s. We crossed the Bellinger, the Nambucca, the Macleay and reached the Hastings  where my sister’s river finally reached the Sea.

BELLINGER RIVER CARAVAN PARK
http://www.bellingerriver.com.au/

WEATHER AT REPTON ON THE BELLINGER.

TURTLES ON THE BELLINGER

Bellinger River is a national park in New South Wales (Australia), 411 km northeast of Sydney.

Fact sheet
  • Area: 28 km²
  • Latitude: 30° 24′ 34″ S
  • Longitude: 152° 41′ 38″ E
  • Date of establishment: January 1, 1997
  • Managing authorities: New South Wales National Parks and Wildlife Service

The Bellinger River Emydura Turtle, is a rare form of the freshwater turtle Emydura macquarii (Gray, 1830) and is restricted in distribution to the Bellinger River on the NSW mid north coast. The Bellinger River Emydura is known from two sites along a single stretch of the Bellinger River upstream from Thora. ORAMA SCHOOL PAGE.

   
SONG OF THE PADDLE

 

A Word to the Wise : Don’t underestimate the Story Teller.

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HOUSEBOAT AT MACKSVILLE ON THE NAMBUCCA.

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MACKSVILLE BRIDGE OVER THE NAMBUCCA.

BACK IN 1910.

A brief review of the fisheries of New South Wales, present and potential .. (1910)

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HISTORY OF THESE RIVERS.  
http://bellingenmuseum.org.au/  
http://www.kempsey.nsw.gov.au/historyvic.htm  
http://www.port-macquarie-historical-museum.org.au/  

LINKS TO N.S.W. RIVERS.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rivers_of_New_South_Wales

http://www.ausemade.com.au/nsw/resource/map/mainrivers.htm

http://maps.google.com.au/maps?q=Bellingen&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl

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FEBRUARY 23 2011 : Day No 54 : Let no one say the past is dead.

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Oodgeroo Noonuccal

Let no one say the past is dead.
The past is all about us and within.
Haunted by tribal memories, I know
This little now, this accidental present
Is not the all of me, whose long making
Is so much of the past …
a thousand thousand camp fires in the forest
Are in my blood.
Let none tell me the past is wholly gone.
Now is so small a part of time, so small a part
Of all the race years that have moulded me.

 

GEM COLLECTION TOPIC : Let no one say the past is dead.

MAX BARRY TECHNIQUE NO 6:  The Immersion.

What: You pull out the network cord, turn off the phone, and write in blocks.

Its 9pm at night and I am not pulling out the cords. Nor am I writing for hours. I have television on and lights on and I am very tired. Yesterday was the funeral of my sister. And I am therefore in this “little now, this accidental present”.

I had a bathtub at the resort in which we stayed. If I were there now, I would immerse myself in the hot water and add bubbles. This is not the all of me. Christchurch has fallen down. And my sister is gone.

FEBRUARY 20 2011 : Day 50 : Removed from our lands, we are literally removed from ourselves.

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Culture is the land, the land and spirituality of Aboriginal people, our cultural beliefs or reason for existence is the land. You take that away and you take away our reason for existence. We have grown up on the land. We are dancing, singing and painting for the land. We are celebrating the land. Removed from our lands, we are literally removed from ourselves.

Dodson, M. (1997)

http://www.lisaroberts.com.au/index.html

GEM COLLECTION TOPIC :  Removed from our lands, we are literally removed from ourselves.

MAX BARRY TECHNIQUE NO 5:  The Burst

What: You write in patches of 30-60 minutes. When you feel your concentration flag, you go do something else for 30 minutes, then return.

Bursts will suit me today. It’s a surreal time as we wait for family to come and prepare to travel south to farewell my sister. I start to write and then something comes to mind and I leave my little desk at the side window and take off to a task which is often  forgotten by the time I get to it.

The Summer heat continues and I pack a bag with my mind on clothes as if they were vitally important. I have flowered tops and want a silky pair of black pants but lack the energy to go looking for some.

I am going into the village soon to a meeting in the Raleigh Hall. On our Lands. Estuarine I am. The river flats and the dark coastal rivers. Scrubby told me once that they weren’t REALLY rivers. They are MY rivers. I follow the western bank of the Bellinger, cross the bridge on the old highway and follow the Eastern Bank into the village and to the old hall.

When I come back, the Kids from the Mountain might well have arrived and if they have, then there will be little writing for a few days.

FEBRUARY 19 2011: Day 49 : These are the days when birds come back, A very few, a bird or two, To take a backward look.

Emily Dickinson.  [1830-1886]  INDIAN SUMMER.

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GEM COLLECTION TOPIC :  To take a backward look.

MAX BARRY TECHNIQUE NO 2 :  The Quiet Place.

What: You go to your own particular writing place and close the door on the world.

Its quiet here now. Just me up and about. There are horses to feed later and other animals but I can do my 500 words now with the heat of an old summer on me and kookaburras all about as they have been all week. I sat by my sister as she passed away the other day. My younger sister. Then there were people all about and we talked and wept and laughed.

Now I am home for the weekend before going South to farewell her amongst the mega family.

There were solar flares all about this week, so NASA tells me. solar flare 17 febAnd a full moon in Leo.

The GEM COLLECTION topic is “to take a backward look.”

It’s about the Indian Summer and here we are with the heat and blue skies which we didn’t have in early summertime at all.

We have more birds than Emily seems to have in her writing. The lorikeets come every day and the satin bower birds. This week, kookaburras have sat on the fence poles and the lower branches of the tree near the Cottage and fed on worms and other critters.

I look backwards – take a backward look – as we prepare for my sister’s funeral. I search through old photos and memories come unasked for when I lie down and try to sleep. A backward look to young girls and young women in the spring and summertimes of their lives. Now I am an old woman looking back and she is gone. That thought cuts my 500 word quota short.

I am tired now.

FROM JONATHON CAINER

Now where are you? Is this quite what you had in mind when you first set out on your most recent journey? There are two things to consider here: 1. The journey isn’t over yet; 2. You need more time to get used to what’s happening. Even the finest things can seem undesirable when they are strangely unfamiliar. Life is obliging you to look at factors and issues that you would far prefer to draw a discreet veil over. Once you overcome your initial reluctance and resistance, you will start to make a series of valuable discoveries that radically alter your understanding of what’s possible. As the powerful moon grows full, your future can be revealed… and changed.

MY 2011 FROM JONATHON.