The Divided Self: A Tasmanian Odyssey
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'Graeme Hetherington's ninth collection of poems portrays the poet's troubled journey to escape an 'afflicted self' shadowed with loneliness and paranoia. During the journey, the poet feels 'twisted and deformed' as he confronts a personal sense of psychological dislocation - a divided personality and confused sexual identity. Such feelings are
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The Divided Self - Graeme Hetherington
1
My Friends the Mountains
Rosebery, West Coast, Tasmania
My father thought I was a ‘nance’
For singing in a church choir dressed
In cassock, surplice, lizard frill,
My mother chased me with his belt
And screamed ‘you little bugger’ as
We went. My brother was my foe,
And when my sister’s coming turned
My love, forbidden, into hate,
Mount Black, so close our lawn was dark
And wet all year, confirmed my need
To hug shadows, see on nearby
Sombrely grey, deceptively,
Sometimes-sunlit, Mount Murchison,
A face resembling mine, to which
I felt welcomed to give my lone,
Unforgiving, cold-hardened heart.
Mount Black
What’s in a name?
Folk guessed it must have been called ‘Black’
After someone with that name, since
In truth the mountain was as green
With trees as phlegm the miners spat.
As kids we baked spuds in the fires
We lit up there and then, stomachs full,
Stamped on till they looked out, but not,
Painstakingly enough to risk
A hiding for if boots were scorched.
Though to this day I wonder if
The flames that followed swiftly on
Our last feast, leaving darkness as
Their legacy upon the slopes,
Were caused alone by this or our
Subconscious need as well to sort
Confusion out, the word as taught
To us at Sunday school made flesh,
As Holy Writ clearly ordained.
Taking It Out On the Wood
On Sunday afternoons behind
Rosebery’s Community Hall, blocks
Of wood like torsos were set up
For blokes to get life off their chests
By savagely chopping through them.
Hungover, down at mouth from not
Winning even a brass razoo
From the bookie on Saturday,
My father took part in this sport
After the Roast where he’d inveigh
Against injustices at work,
Mother serving, withdrawn, cold,
As in bed, he’d confided to
Me, arm around him as he threw
Up, crying-drunk in the woodshed,
While gran, mad from religion, said
We all deserved to choke to death
Because it was the lamb of God,
Nevertheless eating her fill,
And I’d be asked if ‘ciss’ was still
The name kids called me by at school.
Taught how to sharpen the axe with
A hand-sized spit-wet grindstone, blade
Facing away from me, I had,
As part of being made a man
To go with him and shout ‘come on!’,
Watch white chips fly instead of blood.
A West Coast of Tasmania Atmosphere
Hot summer Saturday in Zeehan
In nineteen forty-eight as folk
Incorporated the week’s news
Of yet another folded mine,
A wicked wind niggling the town,
In Main Street emptying the pot-
Holes only recently filled in,
Knocking off-centre, edging up
Blokes out of work nursing their heads,
Kids listless, whining, wanting more
Parental attention than was
Theirs naturally to bestow,
The women bored to snapping point,
Dads trying to give everyone,
Including their frayed selves a break,
Mine placing bets, having a quick
Furtive few over the road as
I clung too fiercely to his knee
And intermittently tugged at
His trousers to hurry him up,
Getting a smack under the ear.
The Two Bowlers
My father was a tricky left
Arm round the wicket, leg and off-
Break spinner for his local team.
The googly was his wrong’un, used
In time of need and seldom failed,
Well-flighted, floating, dipping to
Deceive, end threatening partnerships.
While I was right arm over, fast
Enough to open the attack,
But had no cunning hidden swing
To left or right to dismiss bats-
Men caught behind, and had to straight
Up and down with sheer pace clean bowl,
Or, much less satisfying, win
An lbw appeal.
No wonder