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by David Campbell » Tue Feb 18, 2014 5:02 pm
Right on the money as usual, Heather.
“A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.” ~Salman Rushdie
Poets have done this through the ages, from Chaucer lampooning his pilgrims (and institutions like the church) in “The Canterbury Tales” to C. J. Dennis, who made a career out of it at the Herald. Alexander Pope was famous for it…in “The Dunciad” he rubbished those literary critics who had attacked him. And here’s Henry Lawson doing exactly the same thing:
Australian Bards and Bush Reviewers by Henry Lawson
While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse
The gambling and the drink which are your country's greatest curse,
While you glorify the bully and take the spieler's part --
You're a clever southern writer, scarce inferior to Bret Harte.
If you sing of waving grasses when the plains are dry as bricks,
And discover shining rivers where there's only mud and sticks;
If you picture "mighty forests" where the mulga spoils the view --
You're superior to Kendall, and ahead of Gordon too.
If you swear there's not a country like the land that gave you birth,
And its sons are just the noblest and most glorious chaps on earth;
If in every girl a Venus your poetic eye discerns,
You are gracefully referred to as the "young Australian Burns".
But if you should find that bushmen -- spite of all the poets say --
Are just common brother-sinners, and you're quite as good as they --
You're a drunkard, and a liar, and a cynic, and a sneak,
Your grammar's simply awful and your intellect is weak.
Lawson also had a rip-roaring go at the monarchy and all it stood for in “Our Mistress and our Queen”, but it’s too long to post here. “The City Bushman”, another long poem (part of the debate with Paterson), is also relevant in this context.
Cheers
David