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Skin painting [[electronic resource] /] / Elizabeth Hodgson
| Skin painting [[electronic resource] /] / Elizabeth Hodgson |
| Autore | Hodgson Elizabeth |
| Pubbl/distr/stampa | Queensland, : University of Queensland Press, 2008 |
| Descrizione fisica | 1 online resource (74 p.) |
| Disciplina |
821.92
821/.92 |
| Collana | David Unaipon award winners series |
| Soggetto topico |
Australian poetry
Australian literature |
| Soggetto genere / forma | Electronic books. |
| ISBN | 0-7022-5065-1 |
| Formato | Materiale a stampa  |
| Livello bibliografico | Monografia |
| Lingua di pubblicazione | eng |
| Nota di contenuto |
Cover; About the Author; Dedication; Contents; I am sitting in an exhibition room; alone; Somewhere beyond this room is the sound of children; At school I spent my time staring out of the window; Two girls linger by a triptych; The room is quiet again; This is my memory of my life; Bindawalla, binda, bindi, bindii; Little two-year-old in yellow plastic sandals; Mr Cage, can you imagine; I am in a room; it is day but the room is dark; Sometimes the man and his wife go away; These people give me a religion I do not want; They change my name, I am no longer Elizabeth
Little four-year-old with bells on her slippersEvery weekday - porridge; When I don't eat my porridge; Drip by precious drip, my life re-begins; I have a toy stroller, filled with dolls; One day my guardian comes to visit; I know many places well - some I can still smell; This place that I know well; My best friend Vicky and I were invited to the minister's place for tea; Some memory paintings are suitable for public display; Before Lutanda my father taught us about bush-tucker; Sometimes I'd buff my shoes until I was mesmerised; My father gave me a camera The adults at Lutanda ran our little livesMy mother knitted herself a yellow jumper; The tree-lined street where my guardian's lover lived; Sometimes we would knock and knock but the door stayed shut; Father gained custody of me and my siblings; Now I am fifteen, I am living with my father; My father is waltzing me around the lounge room; At seventeen I moved into the anonymity and solitude of Sydney; Revered in her church community, the step-grandmother; Have you ever stood on the edge of your country and wondered where you belong; I am twenty, homeless and restless Husband number one tells meHusband number one; My culture and my place were things I did not know how to reach.; I have an obsession with polished boots; Once, I became a Christian; There is so much I have lost, there are things I've never known about my people; When you walk this land do you notice the tracks of my people?; I am a Wiradjuri woman; I've heard it said I'm now at the invisibility age; What is your yardstick, your benchmark?; I am sitting in an exhibition room in an art gallery; These words are my phoenix; I will not deliberately hurt you; Acknowledgments About the David Unaipon AwardCopyright |
| Record Nr. | UNINA-9910462648403321 |
Hodgson Elizabeth
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| Queensland, : University of Queensland Press, 2008 | ||
| Materiale a stampa | ||
| Lo trovi qui: Univ. Federico II | ||
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Skin painting [[electronic resource] /] / Elizabeth Hodgson
| Skin painting [[electronic resource] /] / Elizabeth Hodgson |
| Autore | Hodgson Elizabeth |
| Pubbl/distr/stampa | Queensland, : University of Queensland Press, 2008 |
| Descrizione fisica | 1 online resource (74 p.) |
| Disciplina |
821.92
821/.92 |
| Collana | David Unaipon award winners series |
| Soggetto topico |
Australian poetry
Australian literature |
| ISBN | 0-7022-5065-1 |
| Formato | Materiale a stampa |
| Livello bibliografico | Monografia |
| Lingua di pubblicazione | eng |
| Nota di contenuto |
Cover; About the Author; Dedication; Contents; I am sitting in an exhibition room; alone; Somewhere beyond this room is the sound of children; At school I spent my time staring out of the window; Two girls linger by a triptych; The room is quiet again; This is my memory of my life; Bindawalla, binda, bindi, bindii; Little two-year-old in yellow plastic sandals; Mr Cage, can you imagine; I am in a room; it is day but the room is dark; Sometimes the man and his wife go away; These people give me a religion I do not want; They change my name, I am no longer Elizabeth
Little four-year-old with bells on her slippersEvery weekday - porridge; When I don't eat my porridge; Drip by precious drip, my life re-begins; I have a toy stroller, filled with dolls; One day my guardian comes to visit; I know many places well - some I can still smell; This place that I know well; My best friend Vicky and I were invited to the minister's place for tea; Some memory paintings are suitable for public display; Before Lutanda my father taught us about bush-tucker; Sometimes I'd buff my shoes until I was mesmerised; My father gave me a camera The adults at Lutanda ran our little livesMy mother knitted herself a yellow jumper; The tree-lined street where my guardian's lover lived; Sometimes we would knock and knock but the door stayed shut; Father gained custody of me and my siblings; Now I am fifteen, I am living with my father; My father is waltzing me around the lounge room; At seventeen I moved into the anonymity and solitude of Sydney; Revered in her church community, the step-grandmother; Have you ever stood on the edge of your country and wondered where you belong; I am twenty, homeless and restless Husband number one tells meHusband number one; My culture and my place were things I did not know how to reach.; I have an obsession with polished boots; Once, I became a Christian; There is so much I have lost, there are things I've never known about my people; When you walk this land do you notice the tracks of my people?; I am a Wiradjuri woman; I've heard it said I'm now at the invisibility age; What is your yardstick, your benchmark?; I am sitting in an exhibition room in an art gallery; These words are my phoenix; I will not deliberately hurt you; Acknowledgments About the David Unaipon AwardCopyright |
| Record Nr. | UNINA-9910785506403321 |
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Hodgson Elizabeth
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||
| Queensland, : University of Queensland Press, 2008 | ||
| Materiale a stampa | ||
| Lo trovi qui: Univ. Federico II | ||
| ||