Not Just A Shadow by Elyas Alavi / Whale-Backs and Miscellaneous Forms by Edwina Cooper & Ash Tower
a moon rises over a desert cemetery
her glow reveals the gravesites of five cameleers
their memories stretched across oral history
and through the pages of forgotten books
amongst sand and rock, their bodies
buried in foreign soil, so far from family
held in the unfamiliar
through imagination and culture, Elyas
connects with countrymen from long ago.
customs and sounds, ring through memory
stories resurrected for the present
a cultural connection, through language and faith
the self embodies the past
While the story of the cameleers now rests within land
there are other stories that run far deeper
that have been carried through song
old history becomes creation
blakfella’s often say, ‘you only need to listen to the land’
we forgot to mention that land is also
constantly listening to us
in his trek to the desert, Elyas did exactly that
a surrendering and waiting for land to hear his call
it delivered to him a story he could not find in books
history becomes spiritual and tangible
not only is this work an ode to the cameleers,
but it also speaks to an artist’s journey
to connection with land
where all stories are present
as an Indigenous person
i know that our connection to land is paramount
it holds us together, while providing nourishment and song
i wonder how the cameleers felt being so
disconnected from their own country
the daily struggle to remain connected to oneself
while living and working in a country that
does not reaffirm your identity
land that doesn’t hold you, a racist
colony that doesn’t want you
truly made to feel as much as a foreign
outsider as one could be made to feel
the pain and frustration of racial
hierarchies, echo through to today
deep within detention centres where ‘australia’ continues
to illegally hold refugees and asylum seekers
white ‘australia’ policy is alive and well
white supremacy continues to make us all sick
oppressed peoples always seem
to find each other
banding together in workplaces,
within prisons and institution
even within the remote
desert, Aboriginal peoples
and the cameleers found
their connection, their love and even family
still to this day, some Aboriginal families
carry the last names of the Cameleers
commonality, an embrace of solidarity
the outsiders bond leading to things far more beautiful
than the colony could ever imagine with its poisoned mind.
many moons have risen and fallen over
the graves of the cameleers
casting shadows over the bright red soil
the salt pans, glisten in the moonlight,
shimmering right back at the moon herself
like most things in the desert, the graves look lonely
but they aren’t, they are kept company
by the stories within
stories and memories that live long enough to inspire
kin to visit and to create artwork in the hope that those
stories and memories get to live a little bit longer
Dominic Guerrera
Dominic Guerrera is a Ngarrindjeri, Kaurna and Italian poet, writer and curator who lives on Kaurna Yerta.
Encroaching mountains of sand peer over backyard fences in Fowlers Bay. Like an impending tidal wave, its appearance serves as a reminder to the isolated and exposed village that an impressive natural force is right next door. Dunes have migrated in the region considerably in recent memory. Original parts of the town — High Street and a cluster of homes known as Kent Town — are already buried. A dozen historic dwellings have been swallowed by sand, with Kent Town’s remaining chimney tops last seen in the 1970s. The re-routed road that replaced High Street now faces a similar fate. Robyn Wallace strides through her quaint seaside caravan park. “Visitors are always fascinated by the fact Kent Town is completely buried under the sandhills — and it could happen to us if things don’t change significantly,” she says. “Clearly when we bought the park [the dunes] were something that we investigated, they’re very close to the town. She says movement among the dunes is common. “Our water is located several kilometres out in the dunes, and when we first took over the park we used to constantly get lost trying to find our well. You’d drive through the dunes and have to change your track every time.”
Along with the changing dune system, Fowlers Bay has vastly transformed to serve an array of purposes over time. Native title belongs to the Mirning, Wirangu, Kokatha, Maralinga Tjarutja, Yalata people who have long spiritual connections to the area. There are traditional stories of whale dreaming at Fowlers Bay, where Mirning people would call whales from the edges of the Great Australian Bight. Leonard Hardy and Robyn Wallace drive through a dedicated path in the dunes carefully, with native coastal plants wobbling on plates in the back of their four-wheel drive. They arrive at a portion of the dunes that’s most critical to stabilise in order to preserve their main road and infrastructure. Leonard has already started dragging up green waste and large tree branches — anything to hold down the moving sand. “It’s imperative we start now and keep it up and stabilise those dunes where they are” Robyn says. Leonard presses moist sand around a new sapling. “You’ve got to do everything for yourself out here, so it’s everybody on board. It’s how you achieve something.”
Words from Evelyn Leckie
Excerpts from an ABC news story by Evelyn Leckie published in September 2021, available at https://www.abc.net. au/news/100440452. Reproduced with permission.