Saturday, 18 April 2026

Bastard

 April 18 Word of the Day: Bastard

 

Read today ‘Bastards and Buggers’, an article by Simon Musgrave and Kate Burridge (2014), leading with this epigraph: “Which one of you bastards called this bastard a bastard?” Their footnote reads: “Allegedly uttered by Australian cricket captain Bill Woodfull during the Bodyline series of 1932-3 in response to the English captain Douglas Jardine’s complaint that one of the Australian players had called him a bastard.” Jardine directed his bowlers to aim at the bodies of the batsmen in order to limit the Australians’ prodigious scoring. It was Woodfull who famously (not just allegedly) said, “There are two teams out there. One is playing cricket and the other is not.” The first use of ‘bastard’ in his interrogation calls his team mates to attention; it is an almost endearing if blokey way of treating the team as equal before the law. His second ‘bastard’ refers objectively to the haplessly pompous Jardine, for whom the epithet applies even if Woodfull is questioning the Englishman’s legitimacy as a sportsmanlike sportsman, not the legitimacy of his birth. The third ‘bastard’ has none of the foregoing tone of positive jocular bonhomie, its negative meaning being very precisely what got up Jardine’s nostril: he is a reprehensible bully. Gerald Murnane, the urbane Victorian novelist, has put in print that his sons are quote “bastards” unquote. While it might be possible to believe he uses this word simultaneously for all the meanings spelled out so far, the humour of this unpleasant accusation balances on the question of Murnane’s knowledge of the patrimony of his own family. Elsewhere in his writing it is apparent the author has a finely tuned sense of irony and double entendre, a perverse wit when it comes to etymology. While no reader for a moment would conclude that Murnane’s sons are bastards, we have his word for it that they are. Don Chipp, the flinty Victorian politician, knew a bastard when he saw one, for example the well-born son of the squattocracy, Malcolm Fraser. Such was his dislike for Fraser and other former Liberal Party colleagues he formed a new party, with a primary objective that was not so much a policy as a moral imperative: Keep the bastards honest. Such was Fraser’s notoriety during the Dismissal (1975) and afterwards as Prime Minister that many Australians referred to him as the Big Bastard. Unlike Douglas Jardine, Fraser took some pride (allegedly) in this sobriquet, as it denoted respect for his legend as a ruthless operator, manipulative backstabber, and aloof leader. Depending on who was using the term, an insult could become an expression of admiration or grudging respect.

Friday, 17 April 2026

Florence

 April 17 Word of the Day: Florence

 


Where does the day go, and the night

David’s already said goodbye

No flights out and, in fact, no flights

Churches declare the reason why.

 

David already waved goodbye

Gaze on his marble flesh no more.

Churches declare the reasons why

Santa Croce forlorn at morn.

 

No gazing on those supple forms

Again, and ingrained imagine

Santa Croce at dawn forlorn.

We’ll not behold their likeness again.

 

Again and again he imagined

Dante, he knew, never went back.

We will not see his like again

His great plans all done and dusted.

 

Dante, you know, never went back,

Self-isolated in his cell.

All the planes are done and dusted

Only shells of their former selves.

 

Self-isolated in our cells

We have the words, we have the snaps

Only shells of their former selves

Those schemes, vacations, dreams and dares.

 

We have the words, we have the naps.

Where does the day go, and the night

In dreams of vacant doors and squares.

No flights out and in. Fact: No flights.

 

[August 2020 & April 2026]

 In online poetry group during lockdown, as an exercise I invited members to write a poem about a city that they currently could not visit: “The poem can go anywhere. It can be descriptive. Memories may fill the poem. Longing to return is possibly at work. By imagining the city then and now and even in the future, you play with one of poetry’s strongest devices, which is tense. The reader is left with a strong sense of the city.” I chose the pantoum and wrote three poems for the group (Florence, Jerusalem, Tokyo) in August 2020, which are released here, with little alteration, in April 2026.

Thursday, 16 April 2026

Coal

 April 16 Word of the Day: Coal

 


1966 is famous for ‘Norwegian Wood’ and our school excursion to the Morwell opencut mine. Changing trains at the splendiferous Caulfield Station, we stepped into a Gippsland red rattler, pulled down the windows, and stared with open eyes towards our rapidly approaching destination: the yawning abyss of Yallourn. Colossal powerhouses streaming with steam overwhelmed our childish expectations. Mountainsides of prehistoric coal met our collective consciousness, the magical fossil that brings new, if transient, life. After the first half hour of this industrial-sized vision we were wondering why we hadn’t been taken instead to the circus, or a movie at the crystalline Capitol Theatre, or several hours of the zoo staring back at us. Interface with coal has always been a one-way exchange, as is the nature of fossil fuels: they are all give and we are all take. This was part of the educational purpose, perhaps, of our excursion and if it was then it was a quick lesson. Artistic value was in short supply. Truckloads of briquettes rattled past towards the depots of Melbourne, jostling about like darkness visible. Their heavy sooty smell hung in the evening side streets of childhood as neighbours stoked their heaters to a perfect orange-red glow. The idea that coal needed to be phased out, in fact should fade out as soon as possible, had never entered their minds, or been entertained by public decisionmakers. We knew it was unlikely that if we waited long enough on our excursion the compound pressure on the coal would turn it into diamonds, just more coal, of which we had seen enough already. Childhood was a time of boundless energy and infinite possibilities.