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Land song: A poem for the missing

Words, voices and images: Connecting to cultures around the world

"What is on the land is in the sky. Counting the missing and the dead, reflections lost, counting the missing in the stars, counting the missing footprints in the sand."

Peter and Andrea Hylands

July 15, 2023
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We take you to Lake Tyrrell in northern Victoria, the country of the Boorong people under the night sky.

As the sun sets over Lake Tyrrell we reflect on what has been lost and what will be lost. When the sunrises again, we can begin to answer some of our own questions.

“They were here as recently as 150 years ago. Today they are gone and the reconstruction of their cosmology has required the breadth of the nineteenth century natural philosopher, drawing on zoology, botany, and linguistics, ethnography, geography and anthropology, as well as patient, long-term naked eye observation”. John Morieson

 

As the sun sets over Lake Tyrrell we reflect on what has been lost and what will be lost. When the sunrises again, we can begin to answer some of our own questions.

“They were here as recently as 150 years ago. Today they are gone and the reconstruction of their cosmology has required the breadth of the nineteenth century natural philosopher, drawing on zoology, botany, and linguistics, ethnography, geography and anthropology, as well as patient, long-term naked eye observation”. John Morieson

 

Land song

Red light

Early night

Land sings

Empty rings

Recent past

Didn’t last

Stone tape

Land rape

Knowledge lost

Great cost 

Wrong turn

No learn 

Burn soon 

Dark moon

Heat wave 

No save

Bettong missing

None listening

What's wrong

Not long

Early light

Long night

Water gone

Last song

Land sings

Empty rings

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