Mrs Bellasis and the Pink Hibiscus (c. 1803)
Botany Bay Herstory
Lisa Catherine Ehrich
Social Alternatives,
Vol. 17,
No.
1, January 1998
Botany Bay Document
is a
fascinating
historical account of the first 50 years of settlement at Botany Bay
and
Port Jackson, New South Wales, Australia, from the experiences of white
women.
A spectrum of women from convicts and prostitutes to free settlers and
gentlewomen
are those whose voices resonate in the letters, verse, ballads and
diaries
Albiston describes so meticulously.
Albiston has drawn inspiration for her 38 poetic items from a range of
historical
sources such as journals, ship logs, personal letters, newspaper items
and
paintings. We learn that some of the verse has been based on real
persons
and real experiences, while others are imaginary and have been
recreated
on a number of facts found in archives. The culmination is a rich
insight
into a somewhat brutal introduction for women unlucky enough to be
convicts
or to be born in poor circumstances. The loudest voice that can be
heard
in the anthology is the often neglected voice of convict women. Not
only
does Albiston give them a name, but she recounts their lived
experiences
vividly and with sensitivity. Although she does not consider the
relationship
between the colonisation of black Australia and the colonisation of
convict women by white male colonials, the parallels are evident. The
women’s anger,
shame, helplessness, and loss and grief fill the pages.
Many of the poems tell of the harsh conditions the women convicts
endured
on board the ships to Australia. The unwanted advances, the
pregnancies,
the disease (e.g. venereal, typhoid, dysentery), the disgusting
sanitation,
the meagre and monotonous diet, and the abuse are themes found in poems
such
as ‘The Hull’, ‘Lizzie’s
Pact’, ‘Letter Home (Anon)’,
‘Child-Death: A
Lament’,
and ‘Letter Home (Mary Talbot)’. The conditions in
the factories and
gaols
which became the women’s home in the new land were just as
uninviting
and
as austere, and these are described in ‘Parramatta Female
Factory’,
‘Crazy
Bridget’, ‘Asylum Song’ and
‘The Parramatta Amazons’. In ‘Parramatta
Female
Factory’ we learn that the convict women’s lives
were ordered by
endless
work (weaving and spinning), authority and surveillance.
The experiences of convict women are shown in stark contrast to those
women
who are free settlers. This is particularly evident in ‘The
Governor’s
Lady’,
a poem which tells the story of a ‘convict
concubine’ who bore the
Governor
two children, yet was abandoned for ‘the twenty six year old
virgin
from
Hatherleigh Devonshire transported in feathers and curls’ who
became
his
‘perfect white bride’.
In ‘Letter Home (Elizabeth Macarthur)’ and
‘Mrs Macarthur’s Tea Party’
we
get a glimpse into life as it was lived by Elizabeth Macarthur,
co-founder
of the Australian wool industry and acclaimed pioneer woman. In
‘Mrs
Macarthur’s
Tea Party’ it becomes impossible to give her the recognition
that
history
books have afforded her when we read her story through
Albiston’s eyes:
a
distinct
drought of company here in the
Antipodes no one to sit
with or
appreciate
the View no sharing of
news or
profitable
Conversation except for
Mary Johnson
the
Chaplain’s
wife (top up your teacup?)
and you know what
she’s like
I must confess that my sympathies were directed to the women who lost
their
freedom and their dignity:
If I
had
a right to this body
of mine it would be
transportation towards
some kind of light. If I
had hope on this silent
sea it would be to set
sail
into waters of song
Struggle is an important theme in the anthology and in some cases
resistance
was the method the women used to deal with their particular life
situations.
For example, ‘The Escape of our Mary Bryant’ tells
of an escape of a
group
of convicts (one woman and four men) in an open boat, while
‘The
Parramatta
Amazons’ describes an incident where women inmates set a
factory alight
and
create havoc for the turnkeys and guards. A poem of resistance that has
a
happy ending is ‘Eliza Walsh Gets a Grant of Land’.
In this poem a
young
unmarried woman called Eliza Walsh resists the patriarchal informal
rules
that forbid her from receiving a land grant. Years of petitioning the
Governor
and other high ranking officials result in her receiving the much
wanted
land grant.
There are many beautiful pieces in this fine collection of work. I was
moved
by a stirring ballad that told of a child’s death on board a
ship set
sail
for Australia, as well as the many poems which depicted the anguish and
powerlessness
felt by women who left their children and loved ones behind. I rejoiced
at
the small and fleeting victories of those who resisted the male
colonial
hegemony, and those who had the interminable spirit to start again
after
years of incarceration (e.g. ‘The Emancipist Finds Parts of
Her Body’
and
‘Diary Extract (Anon)’).
A favourite of mine in the collection was entitled, ‘Missing
Him’ which
encapsulated
the loneliness of a woman who was separated from her lover:
I
miss
his land from my sea his
north from my south his
voice
in my ear my name in his
mouth
In summary, I loved
Botany
Bay
Document.
It was enthralling, enlightening, touching and highly original. It gave
a
human voice to persons in our history who have been silent for too
long.
It has my highest recommendation.
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Review
Botany
Bay Document
Wayne Atherton
Café Review
(USA), Vol. 8,
Summer
1997
Botany Bay Document
(Jordie’s
second
published collection of poems) is prefaced as
A Poetic History of the Women of
Botany Bay,
spanning the first fifty years of settlement at Botany Bay and Port
Jackson
in New South Wales during the late 1700’s-early
1800’s. They are
documentary
poems about various women, some of whom were convicts in a penal colony
there.
Albiston has done her scholarly homework, thoroughly researching her
many
sources. In her own words, ‘In order to reflect these
sources, poems
are
variously cast as bush ballad, newspaper report, missive, journal
extract,
inventory, lament, dialogue, dream, and so on. Inventory reads like
rhythmic-ballad-cadence
as opposed to a random rattling-off of sundry objects; they (the
objects
listed in the poem) are rather thoughtfully arranged as in words
intended
for a sort of jig, or song.
In ‘Headcount’, the native is elevated above and
beyond what is
otherwise
merely a boatfull of common occupants and farm animals:
‘varying
numbers
of natives (naked and / saucy with spears and tommyhawks) - strange
animals
- coloured birds - Space / so much I feel launched into eternity - and
me’.
The language is bawdy and salty, with a prevailing feel of life on or
near
the ocean; sinister shanties sung from ship to port... the poems often
evocative
lamentations of the wretched. From ‘Letter Home
(Anon)’, ‘I / am
writing
myself as best I can into this / solitary waste of creation’.
Botany Bay Document
stands as
a
fully realized, complete work; historically informed yet immediate in
its
sense of timeless rage and pain. The poems are well-structured and read
well
off the page. They are predominantly tercet, quatrain, or cinquain
stanzas.
The third and fifth stanzas of ‘Asylum Song’,
respectively: ‘Bridget
McGilvray
was the officers’ whore / While she was yet in chains / And
conceiving
aboard
the
Experiment
/ She was
punished
again by the government /
And
she is
gone insane’ and, ‘Bridget McGilvray
has lost her sweet bairn /
And ne’er
stops wailing its name / She lives all alone in her top-floor room /
Her
hands at her hair instead of their loom /
For she is gone insane’.
This is an important book of poems, an edification of the female spirit
to
survive with dignity in what was then, especially, more of a world
ruled
by men.
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Dovetails and Other W/Edges
Bev Braune
Australian
Women’s Book Review,
Vol. 9, No. 2-3, Spring 1997
The act of writing poetry is not unlike Hare’s decisions of
principle,
running
in the grooves of experience to acknowledge that ‘to act on
principle
is
not to have a principle already, before we act’. The
explorations of
[Jill]
Jones [
The book of
Possibilities],
Albiston, [Caroline] Caddy [
working
temple]
and [Morgan] Yasbincek [
Night
reversing] largely involve how ‘we orient
ourselves’ with
respect to the world in our
backyard and qverseas. Their poems are about learning how to behave
and,
at best, daring to assess the consequences.
They are primarily concerned with the way we have acted and may act:
‘learning
by tides’ (Jones), travelling through foreign landscapes
(Caddy),
recalling
the misdemeanors of personal intimacy (Yasbincek), reviewing injustices
(Albiston).
What readers are familiar with in Judith Wright’s work -
charting the
wide
brown land - is extended in Jones’ King’s Cross,
Albiston’s Botany Bay,
Caddy’s
Beijing, and Yasbineek’s Western Australia and Canada, to
decisions
about
creating our future landscapes...
Albiston’s ‘chain-stitches’ in
traditional and free verse, ‘chart[s]
gangs
of [female] convicts’, ‘quilted
quotations’ and ‘appliquéd
tracts’
constantly
on the verge of posing the proposition
how
should we view the many tracts? for her language keeps the
characters
at a distance. They are caught in the wordage that would have
restricted
their own expression - the language of the colonial master.
The book raises questions about the difficulty in using language from
an
historical text to comment on the text itself. Are the poems
‘The
Escape
of Our Mary Bryant’ and ‘Mrs Bellasis...’
meant to repeat the records
or
comment on them? The wedge of historical moment with retrospective
comment
is a tight squeeze; it’s not a space easily chiseled
effectively.
The poet’s voice seems weighed down by the gravity of her
source
documents
on convict women and, given her material, understandly so. Albiston
appears
fixed between the seams of verse until we encounter the gems from the
middle
of the volume onwards. These include ‘Moonfish’ and
‘Asylum Song’ where
the
impact of the source document and the poet’s understanding
are
harmoniously
communicated. For me the strongest poems in the volume are
‘Dorothy
Paty
Paints the Country’, ‘Twelve Maternal
Verses’, ‘Dreaming
Transportation’
and ‘The Emancipist Finds Parts of Her Body’...
The book of Possibilities,
Botany Bay Document,
working temple
and
Night reversing
are loaded with
cold
lines and hot edges, carving the features of experience, exposing a
cacophony
of encounters with possible futures. You will find something between
these
pages to pinch your nerves. If it’s not ‘garbage
collectors... banging
the
sides’ of a truck, or ‘travelling to Jing De
Zhen’ where ‘fields are
melted
triangles’, it will be the sound of an emancipist
‘gasp[ing] on the
last
of her sin’.
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Journeys of the spirit to Botany
Bay
Heather Cam
The Sydney Morning Herald,
19
July
1997
There is a firmer glue than a poet’s ego binding these books
[Jordie
Albiston,
Botany Bay Document,
James
Cowan,
Petroglyphs,
Mark Brennan,
The Olive
Grove] together into
three
satisfyingly cohesive wholes. Vivid, assured and anchored in a reality
beyond
the poet’s purely personal experiences, each of these three
highly
individual
collections displays a writer firmly in control of his or her material.
Albiston, Cowan and Brennan have set themselves defined tasks:
respectively,
to revisit the early years of white settlement at Botany Bay from a
female
perspective; to embark on a spiritual journey through various stark yet
exotic
far-flung landscapes; to celebrate ‘the greatest little
orchard in
Australia’.
Collaboration with historical sources and documents enlivens and
enriches
Albiston’s and Brennan’s work, while
Cowan’s and Brennan’s poems have
been
enhanced by the sympathetic work of the graphic artists Barry Gazzard
and
Robert Harris.
Fascinating historic detail and the particularity of actual physical
places
fortify the poetry of all three collections - especially
Botany Bay Document,
which explores
white
women’s experiences in Sydney in the 50 years from 1788.
Having steeped herself in letters, maps, paintings, newspapers,
diaries,
journals, bush songs, and nursery rhymes of the period, Jordie Albiston
writes
a ‘documentary poetry’. She includes fragments
derived from these
sources
(italicised for identification and authenticity) to help capture the
language,
flavour and emotional tenor of this bygone era.
The rhythms of the
Document
are
a compelling combination of sea shanty, lullaby, convict song and
antiquated
speech patterns, depending heavily on rhyme to reinforce meaning:
We
are cut-purses
housebreakers
strumpets
and Whores we
are shoplifters Curse-makers
footpads
and more. We’ve
no morals or manners but
are debauched
and depraved
anonymous sweepings from
the Old Country floor. Feed
like dogs till the slops are gone
bleed into the same putrid pail
sleep with the twitch of the
vermin-itch and wake to gaol
‘The Hull’
Albiston’s material is sturdy, arresting, and imbued with
strong
emotion.
Her dramatic monologues are spoken in part by desperate convict women
who
have fallen foul of a cruel system. They reveal a double standard that
sees
them transported for loose behaviour, while officers may take liberties
with
them without punishment. One mourns the death of her child born below
deck;
another appeals for a pardon so that she can be reunited with her
children
back in England; a third stays on to manage her own farm after serving
out
her sentence, describing an emancipation unavailable to her back home.
Also given voice are the free women: the indolent wives of officers
whiling
away the hours painting the exotic flora, attending tea parties,
embroidering
samplers; Mrs Macarthur, privileged and bored; the determined woman
intent
on being granted land in spite of her gender; the recent emancipist
amazed
at her newly won freedom.
Botany Bay Document
provides a
rare
and robust engagement with the events, conditions, language and
cadences
of an earlier period.
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One Dead Poet and Five Alive
Botany
Bay Document
Michael Dugan (author)
Overland,
No. 147, Winter 1997
The poems in Jordie Albiston’s second collection examine the
lives of
women
during the first fifty years of British settlement in New South Wales.
The
poems draw on a range of documentary and pictorial sources, including
letters
by convicts and other women, the
Sydney
Gazette, journals, paintings and drawings. The result is a
refreshingly
objective series of poems that take a variety of forms that reflect
their
original sources.
Often Albiston quotes directly from some of her source material, using
italics
to show where this has been done. It is an effective technique. For
example,
the first stanzas of ‘Elizabeth Walsh Gets a Grant of
Land’:
1. Petition to Governor
Macquarie
I want to tell you I have made up
my mind
to settle a
farm in this
Country
I
have gained some land
at Richmond Hill I purchased with
personal bills but require more
for my Cattle and Stock and
despite my gender and lack of
wedlock petition just the same
2. Reply
I cannot comply with your
request
it being
contrary
to Regulations to give
Grants of land to Ladies
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Books
Botany
Bay Document
Tim Thorne
The Mercury,
3 March 1997
Jordie Albiston has attempted to create a new form,
‘documentary
poetry’,
in her
Botany Bay
Document,
an account
in verse of the women of the first white settlement.
The most powerful pieces are those where she gets the balance right
between
her own language and the women’s own words, avoiding the
flatness of
the
‘found poems’ of historical documents and the fake
antiquity of the
words
she sometimes puts into her characters’ mouths.
This book makes a long-neglected aspect of Australia’s
history come to
life
in a way that prose accounts could never do.
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Snapshots
Poetry and Poetics Review
Jordie
Albiston
Botany
Bay Document
Kathielyn Job
Cordite,
No. 2, 1997
In this ‘a poetic history of the women of Botany
Bay’ Jordie Albiston
writes
predominantly of convict women in the early years of the settlement.
The
emphasis is on facts and recorded experiences and the frequent use of
ballad
form suits the restrictions of the content. At its best the rhythmic
constraints
of the ballad cohere with uniformity and narrow experience, as in
‘Lady
King’s
One Hundred Daughters’:
They
lie
in rows with two to a bed
their sleeping faces
assorted
And dreams of mothers
circle the
heads
of
Lady King’s
one hundred daughters.
Poems that move the furthest beyond the story into an imaginative realm
offer
more of the experience in ‘The Emancipist Finds Parts of Her
Body’,
Albiston
observes:
Callused
and curved into cabbage-leaf
curls with needles for
fingers and
bread
dough for palms they
hang at the end
of
work weary arms too
stunned to become
unfurled
Is
that your new son?
The life of this collection is more a result of voices of the past
being
given room to speak in the present, rather than from any great poetic
force.
‘In Letter Home (Anon)’she writes:
I
take
up my pen to acquaint you with
my disconsolate situation.
By frequently using run-on lines and internal or half rhymes, these
ballads
are contemporary in tone, which, along with the italicising of even the
shortest
quotations, contributes to a sense of honesty in this collection.
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Botany Bay
Document
Geoff
Page
Heat, No.
4, 1997 (pgs 186-188)
[Text not yet available]
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Innocence Scorched
Botany Bay Document: A
Poetic History
of
the Women of Botany Bay
Beate Josephi
Australian Book Review,
No. 187, December
1996/January 1997
The captains - Quiros, Cook - have long had their visions manifested in
Australian
poetry. Now Jordie Albiston has set out to document the
women’s voices
of
the early settlement. Theirs was a different exploration. Their voyages
were
‘well below sea-level and sea- / sodden deck’,
their view was confined
by
the planks of the hull. No new Jerusalem unfolded for them,
‘four rows
/
of miserable huts are what they / call our two streets.’
In her admirable attempt to capture the history of the women of Botany
Bay
in poetry, however, Albiston, does not dwell overly on the dejected.
The
rhyme and rhythms of song - the disenfranchised’s expression
of hope
and
defiance - inform many of her poems. It is a nod on her part to the
convict
ballad, though those poems which are conceived as song are far more
akin
to the lyrics of
Les
Misérables.
Nor is ‘Child-Death: A Lament’, for example, an
Anne Bradstreet-like
search for a higher will to atone for personal pain. It is written for
a single
hearty voice, and chorus, more a transport’s lament than a
mother’s
individual
grief. This is followed by ‘The Dialogue between two
Whores’ which
carries
strong Brecht/Weill overtones.
But the
Botany Bay
Document,
spanning
the first fifty years of the colony, is no songbook. Albiston skilfully
chooses
tone and subject matter to give as varied a picture as possible: there
is
a ‘Headcount (1788)’ and an ‘Inventory
(or What to Bring When Setting
Up
a Colony)’, letters home, compilations from the
Sydney Gazette,
vignettes drawn
from
sketches, journal extracts or poems like ‘Missing
Him’ or ‘Moonfish’.
The
latter two, both outstanding poems, are first person monologues spoken
to
no-one but the speaker herself, their plaintiveness moderated by the
lyrical
quality of the verse.
Albiston’s poetry is very assured, eschews sentimentality and
keeps to
the
earthier view of women on whom the fruitfulness of the new colony
depended.
Visions, like the captains’, would be misplaced. I could not
help being
reminded,
when reading the
Botany
Bay Document,
of my visit to the Museum of Sydney. These poems tread a similarly
cautious
line in asserting their presence on the new coast, fully aware that the
land
was not
terra nullius.
The
museum specialises in drawer upon drawer of delicately arranged
fragments. Albiston’s
poems have a similar preference for small scopes. What the women knew
were
their own lives, and that of their fellow convicts. Any conquests of
the
continent, or the spreading of an Empire, were of no importance to
them.
The
Botany Bay Document
is as
complete
as today’s consciousness permits, and a pleasure to read.
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Brand
New and Fresh Made: The Sum of Us
Jennifer Harrison, Cabramatta/Cudmirrah
Jordie Albiston, Botany
Bay Document
Poetry Review
Anne Delaney
ArtStreams,
Vol. 1, No. 2,
December 1996/January 1997
What more
could a reader ask
on
a dull, dreary summer’s day than to be presented with two
slim vols of
poetry
to bring a little glimmer of light and pleasure.
It’s always a joy to read brand new, fresh-made,
sweet-tasting poetry,
and
Jennifer
Harrison and
Jordie Albiston
certainly
added considerably to the quest for lift-off on yet another bloody
Monday
which didn’t even have the decency to smile for us.
But never mind, I thought, here’s something to gladden us,
just as soon
as
I saw these elegant little books. Both poets, I should imagine, will be
delighted
with the handsome presentation that their publisher has afforded them,
a
pleasure in itself in these cheerlessly rationalist times, and a
gesture
of pride in the achievement of both women. And the
publisher’s not
wrong.
The poems in both offerings live up to the promise of their covers: for
once
we can rely on the gift wrap. And yes, both volumes would make
marvellous
gifts for the poetry lover, or the history student, or those who know
the
value and rewards in succouring and encouraging Australia’s
burgeoning
body
of literary activity and its talented practitioners.
Both these offerings could reflect, arguably, the sum of us;
Sydney-side
perspective. It all depends on one’s remembrances and
prejudices and
apprehensions.
We see in the other something of ourselves in the birthplace of the
nation
two hundred years ago, forty-odd years ago and a scant five minutes
since.
Both carry something of the same message of exile and alienation and
whether
it’s on a national or more personal level, that’s
something which has
been
passed onto all Australians one way or another over the generations.
There is also the discomfort of revisiting and acknowledging rent
memory,
disappearances of the familiar and known, and the flight of the
fiducial
and the translation of object and meaning...
Taking a cursory glance, next, at some old history books, I found that
I
was pushed to find much mention of the experiences of women, until I
reached
the late 70s.
Since then, slowly, but very carefully, omission is being rectified and
attention
focussed on convict women and migrant women whose stories have
contributed
to the reclamation of a hitherto invisible cultural and social history.
And an important and interesting history it’s proving to be,
challenging
earlier assumptions and recasting preoccupations of what was and is
White
Australia.
Never one to care much for the myths of early Sydney which seemed to
derive
from the fact that new Australians, hungry for a mythology in a country
barren
of white people’s legends were willing to improvise their own
constructs,
they’ve always seemed a case of half a loaf.
Jordie Albiston clearly redresses this shortcoming in
Botany Bay Document
and provides a
solid
dollop of leaven to all the mountains of dough we’ve been
asked to
pound
in the past.
And, just what sort of a landscape was it that Jodie Albiston escorts
us
through?
From
The Hobart Town
Gazette
of
March 1, 1817, we read that Mary Connor, convict, was charged with
stabbing
Thomas Welsh with whom she cohabited. Evidence in court established
that
Mary was severely mistreated, acted in self-defence, and that Welsh was
guilty
of gross provocation and a liar to boot.
Mary was sentenced to six month’s hard, and he, to one.
The Gazette also
cheerily reports
that
‘A Hibernian whose finances were rather low, brought his wife
to the
hammer
this morning, and although no way prepossessing in appearances, to the
amazement
of all present, she was sold and delivered to a settler for one gallon
of
rum and 20 ewes… Last Saturday and Sunday we had another
fine and
gentle
shower of rain...’
Such was the status of women in that fledgling colony which became a
penal
dependency of New South Wales in 1803, and which was not in any way
markedly
different from young Sydney Town.
It is with relief, then, that we hear Jordie Albiston’s voice
speaking
on
many of our foremothers’ behalfs, broadcasting their
grievances and
promising
some belated dignity to balance the misery of their lives. It is never
too
late, we believe, when in ‘Lizzie’s
Pact’, we listen to the suppressed,
but
no less despairing hatred of the abused for the reviled torturer,
uttered,
we can imagine, through the clenched teeth of desperate passion:
The
pact
with the rapist
is one of paralysis you
move and I’ll
kill you.
The deal with silence is
you
tell you die. The
bargain with the body
is one of demembering
his
hand from his eye
from his indigo gun. If
I had a right to this
body
of
mine it would be
transportation towards
some kind of light. If I
had a hope on this silent
sea
it would be to set
sail into waters of song.
If I had a message for
young master Munroe
it would be it would be
a
fistful of
flowers a
wreath of my
wrath a
litany of lilies sweet-
scented as
blood to
bloom and bloom in his
favourite room for the
term of his natural life.
In this poem, the poetry is, typical of the entire collection, tight
and
condensed, and while the imagery ‘embraces’ the
unspeakable outrage of
violation,
the detestability of the violator and a fancied and longed-for revenge,
neither
it, nor tone, nor language is indulged or sentimentalised.
Like the victim, it is fully controlled, with a sparing and exact use
of
words which blossom into a barbed bouquet, and rhythms which grow more
fluent
and buoyant, more deceptively beguiling, sing-a-long even, when the
ultimate
of punishments is attained and the sufferer herself is avenged. We can
almost
see her performing a little canzonet, snapping the thread of tension
which
the poem initially coiled taut.
Given that a primary function of documenting the past is also to learn
about
the present, Jordie Albiston’s
Botany
Bay
Document marches in cadence with this aim by offering the
reader
a
series of sites of juxtapositions of experiences, even endurances, with
which
we can compare.
Everywhere her images continue vivid and vocal, teasing and terse,
pathetic
but panoptic, and sometimes cuttingly cruel, as when we’re
invited to
drop
in on Mrs Macarthur’s Tea Party:
As I
was
saying a sad and severe case
of Women Women
everywhere but ne’er
a one
to bend my mind to save
that pack of
vile
obscenities clothed in
naught but ulcers
and
rags brawling for Sport
at the Factory
my
dears. Yet with your
arrival our little
circle
has become quite
brilliant I’m sure you’ll
agree one sugar or two?
Milk Mrs Paterson
cream Mrs King?
Sweetbread? Griddle-cake?
Call out for anything.
Yes as I was saying
a distinct drought of
company here in
the
Antipodes no one to sit
with or appreciate
the View no sharing of
news or profitable
Conversation except for
Mary Johnson
the
Chaplain’s
wife (top up your teacup?)
and
you know what
she’s like. Yes some times
I find myself quite
deprived of Distraction
despite the merinos and
running the farm
and a third pot of tea
let me ring below
stairs or another eclair
now as I was
saying.
There is something quite shocking in the lack of understanding and
compassion
that this ugly, rigidly delineated society, class-ridden to its
bootstraps,
could extend to the wretches it despised and rejected, especially its
women.
It is even more shocking to reflect on the ignorance, revulsion and
lack
of tolerance of the untainted wives of the Masters, most cosily
unsympathetic
to the pain and distress of such as the very young woman, lately child,
who
mourns for her mum, her home and her past, and grieves for her present,
sick
with fright of her femininity, in ‘Moonfish’:
...I
am
become a
woman in sad Sydney Cove
with
no companion or kin to
comfort
me in the misery of my
secret
ailing.
The tide inside
is timely
turning
the fish in me are
hauling heavy through
the hellish
bone…
None of which is to say that
Botany
Bay
Document doesn’t offer us any appealing images
nor any joys and
triumphs,
no matter how small a piece of the main. Pleasing it is to listen to
Christiana
Eliza Passmore who reports that:
The
three
boys are:
growing up fast
wild as young kangaroos
mischievous as monkeys
proof of my
womb’s capacity
The baby girl is:
now eighteen months old
such a very fine child
beginning to be
interesting
proof of my womb
The children are:
good and affectionate
happy and healthy
learning their lessons
proof
Gratifying it is to know that sometimes, things were what
they’d always
seemed
to be.
I can’t recall when a suite of poems has so immediately found
a
response
in me as Jordie Albiston’s. Almost every line on every page
hurries
concern,
sometimes anguish, to the forefront, and not only because of the
reflected
pain and strain of being Woman in this early hell-hole.
Informed by a collection of formal documents, ship log books, legal
records,
painting, etchings and maps, newspapers, private correspondence and
diaries,
this is an outstanding evocation and re-presentation of a past and
shames
which still too many don’t know ever existed or could even
have
happened.
Like the aboriginal father in ‘View of Port
Jackson’, from the South
Head
watching the newcomers trammelling then and traipsing over his home,
complacently
desecrating his sacred ground just as though they’re figures
in one of
John
Eyre’s ‘Views’, and who, we might
imagine, we can now hear wailing,
‘There goes the neighbourhood’.
In many ways, these collections offer comment on the sort of society
that
we’ve bequeathed to ourselves or allowed to be imposed on us.
Except
for
the gloss and veneer of a relative gentility that many of us assume, it
is
sometimes hard to see just what difference two hundred years has made
to
our society.
If nothing else, these poems scream at us to pay attention, now! and
lucky
we are to have such ingenious and well-crafted guides to any such
re-evaluations
or discussions of our past and present.
Both Jennifer
Harrison
and Jordie Albiston
have,
we’re told, won serious attention and consideration from a
knowledgeable
and discerning readership.
Jennifer Harrison’s earlier collection,
Michelangelo’s
Prisoners, won the 1995
Anne
Elder Award and was commended in the National Book Council’s
Banjo
Awards
in the same year.
Jordie Albiston first collection,
Nervous
Acts, received first prize in the 1995 Mary Gilmore Award
and
second
prize in the Anne Elder Award and was shortlisted for the New South
Wales
Premier’s Kenneth Slessor Prize. No mean accomplishments,
these.
One hopes that these two women continue to write and write often, and
that
a much wider readership can come to share in the joys of their poetry
and
find pleasure and pride, insight and consolation, in their words.
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Extra
Books
Paperbacks
Botany Bay Document
Fiona Capp
The Age, 7
December 1996
In this poetic history of the women of Botany Bay, Jordie Albiston
dramatises
the lives of female convicts, whores, artists, free women, colonial
hostesses.
Each poem is accompanied by a brief biography of the woman concerned
and
although poetic licence has been taken in transforming documents into
poetry,
harsh reality is never far away. Albiston follows up her award-winning
first
book with a confronting and emotionally charged collection of poetry
resonant
with the voices of the dead.
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Interviews
A
Word
With... Jordie Albiston
Adam Ford
Artery, 3
September 1997
How was Botany Bay
Document conceived?
I was given a book called
Women
Of
Botany
Bay by Portia Robinson when I was in the last year of my
degree.
I
thought I might write my Ph.D on the women of Botany Bay, because so
many
of the records hadn’t been accessed or analysed. I changed my
mind and
did
my Ph.D on court transcripts from the 1600s instead, but I came back to
Botany
Bay for this book. In 1996 I applied for a writer’s project
grant which
I
was lucky enough to get. It allowed me to go to Sydney and check out
the
various materials in the libraries up there, as well as to check out
the
landscape. So I went up there and looked at maps and journals and
letters
for about two weeks.
Were you looking for
anything
specific?
‘No. I was just looking for information
per se,
particularly information
that
hadn’t already been accessed in history books. I guess I was
trying to
re-write,
in my own insignificant way, that part of women’s history.
Would you agree that in
recent times
the
study of Australia’s colonial history has become in some ways
unfashionable?
I do agree with that. I don’t want to talk politically, but
the whole
debate
about history in schools at the moment is a very self-effacing debate.
It’s
doesn’t seem to be leading to any reforms in the way that
history is
taught
in Australia, or the way it’t read.
What sort of reforms,
would you
advocate?
I’m a big one for facts. All the facts. If you let something
fall
through
the holes in the net, go out of print or whatever, it’s lost
history. I
leave
the interpretation to other people, it’s just a question of
having the
facts
there to interpret.
Has anyone criticised
you for not
considering
the black perspective of Australia’s settlement?
Nobody seems to have picked that up, except for Lisa Bellair.
I’d met
her
a few times before and I wanted to ask her about that. I had a number
of
poems that I’d tried from an aboriginal perspective, but I
was never
happy
with them. Lisa helped me word the disclaimer that’s in the
front of
the
book saying that I was unwilling and unable to write from an aboriginal
perspective,
but that I acknowledge it. There are two poems that discuss the
presence
of aborigines, but they’re from a white perspective. I hope
the
tongue-in-cheek
is well and truly noticeable. It is a tricky issue, but I
don’t think I
could
write from a black perspective, and I don’t think I should. I
don’t see
it
as my right.
Were there any
discoveries that you
made
during ttie research that particularly moved or surprised you?
The best thing was when I went to Hyde Park Barracks, they had pulled
all
the floorboards up ten years earlier. They found lots of home-made
tampons,
just pieces of linen wrapped up tight and so on. As a woman, I felt
that
that was a precious piece of history that an earlier government might
have
just incinerated. I was really glad they didn’t -
it’s an essential
piece
of history. We can say, well, Meds didn’t invent them,
Carefree didn’t
invent
them, we’ve been doing it for centuries!
Now that
you’ve completed the
project,
what is your perspective of women at the time of Australia’s
white
settlement?
I think they were a negated species. Having done all this hat been
fulfilling
for me, but the stories I read made me weep. There were many strong
women
who decided not to return to England. They were fantastic people, but
they
don’t make it into normal history books. I always assumed
that they
were
there. All of those people were total pioneers for the first two years.
They
nearly perished many times, with their crops failing and so on. They
only
bought a very few things with them - you can see that in the poem
‘Inventory’.
That’s a real list. I don’t know who selected what
came over on the
hulks,
but it was a weird selection.’
What do you think they
were expecting
when
they got there?
Oh, the convicts dreaded it. They’d heard lots of things on
the
grapevine,
most of it untrue. Animals much stranger and more dangerous than we
actually
have here. One of the first sightings from the First Fleet ships was
what
they thought was a unicorn, and they assumed that if there were
unicorns
then there must be lions as well. So our first coat of arms showed a
lion
and a unicorn chained to stone. That’s still the coat of arms
for South
Melbourne.
That was originally the whole country’s coat of arms.
It’s a really
interesting
history. They thought if was a very mythological place, filled with
savages
and what not.
What are you reading at
the moment?
I’m reading a biography of Anne Sexton by Dianne Middlebrook,
and I’m
about
three quarters of the way through
Mr
Vertigo
by Paul Auster. I’m a bit dissatisfied with that - he seems
to be going
narrative.
I’m also reading a book by an American poet called Carol Anne
Russel. I
can’t remember what it’s called, but I could
describe the cover to you.
Something
like
Blood And Bone,
but
better.
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Interview
VCE Focus
Tip No 22: Poetic Licence
Jeanette Hill
Herald Sun,
Tuesday, 22 July
1997
Whether you allow its powerful language to motivate you for the English
writing
folio, or the imagery to enhance your history studies, Jordie
Albiston’s
Botany Bay Document
is a
valuable
asset.
What prompted you to
write Botany Bay
Document?
I am dismayed by the lack of interest history has shown in my gender.
But
my main inspiration came from the documentary evidence I gathered; the
tenacity
of these women and their determination to survive.
Did you have a
particular audience in
mind?
No. I find it distracting to write for a particular readership.
I’m
satisfied
when I’ve successfully met the formal and emotional
challenges raised
by
an individual piece.
What tips do you have
for students
wanting
to write in another persona, as you have?
Only choose a persona with which you can really engage. Tease out the
facts
until you find those nuggets of history which excite your imagination
and,
finally, always try to reflect the content in the formal arrangement of
your
poem.
What other sources of
ideas have you
used
in your writing?
I have written pieces on anorexia nervosa, the Salem witchcraft trials
and
our white female foremothers, and I am now writing about Jean Lee, the
last
woman hanged in Australia. I suppose I am drawn to subjects
traditionally
overlooked or misinterpreted by mainstream history.
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