Poets Dakota Feirer, Samuel Wagan Watson and Luke Patterson weave histories and stories, at once immensely personal and radically political, into poetry visualisations that poignantly subvert and reshape the ‘archive’. These works enter into a dialogue with the pervasive forces that have colonised and dehumanised Australia's First Nations people. Forces that continue to this day.
The poets first took their inspiration from Australian plant specimens held in the National Herbarium of New South Wales. The poems that emerged from the aged parchment provide the pressed specimens with a new life, a new narrative, a new story. A story that imaginatively includes what has been denied a voice. Until now.
Commissioned by Prudence Gibson and Amanda Lucas-Frith, Managing Editor of Plumwood Mountain Journal, these poems are part of a suite of poems commissioned to respond to plant specimens in the herbarium collection. These films, funded by AIATSIS, are the result of those commissions.
'Arts and narrative have the capacity to mediate difficult issues around plant naming and classification. Poetry can evoke the deepest beauty of plants, while also addressing questions of Indigenous erasure and the long process of decolonising collection institutions.' Prudence Gibson
Filmed on Gubbi Gubbi, Jagera and Turrbal lands, and with creative direction from the poets themselves, these poetry visualisations are powerful statements of Blak sovereignty.
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Brachychiton acerifolius
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Brachychiton acerifolius by Dakota Feirer
habitNotes
‘A red flowering Kurrajong. Sergeant Clark writes:
- seeds from this tree have been sown on many occasions but
…there from invariably produces a white flower.’recordedBy
Bloodstained pages frame
rules of
an imperial game
embroidered
emboldened
embellished
executioners, knighted by
‘ologists
precious appellativesfamily
Each stroke
of ink
on paper
equals
imperial
salutation
deepening
scars
on sacred land and paperbarks.habitat
Though true
depth is absent
from inkpot.
Buoying
a royal
crown
above the deepest
ocean
of stories.genus
Deified
authorities
waltzing matilda
through their
curated gardens
of stolen knowledge
falsehoods
dancing above
a terra nullius.scientificName
Botany has
both raped and erased
your flame
stifled
your
beauty
POISON
marks
your name now.specificEpithet
Under the guise
of a blind Latin
tongue
seeds and leaves
crushed between leather
of boot and journal
now mere shadows
pressed
across spreadsheet.notes
songlines are no less dismembered beyond these cells
roots thread deeper than introduced infrastructure
when belly holds water and hands bleed rivers
holding memory and babies. women’s business tree.
Old Man Banksia
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Old Man Banksia by Luke Patterson
here is the wind
that brings life to the flower
cream yellowchalky cliffs resembling
those of old englandinflorescence bees and honey
honey-eaters perch
antiquities lumpy barkan opening appearing
like a harbourthis ardent sentry guards
a roughened coast
weathered autochthonousthe appearance
of highest fertilitythe flower golden
browns the myth that nature
conspires against usour boat proceeded
along shoreseed in a bunker
wailing for fire singing
for rain elementaryin the distance
small smoke risingNote:
Italicised lines are drawn from the diaries of Joseph Banks.
An Illumines-cant Transmogrification of Being: Encountering the Ghost Gum
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An Illumines-cant Transmogrification of Being: Encountering the Ghost Gum by Samuel Wagan Watson
It unfolded on a dark and stormy evening…Lost in the sheer-fright of night-fire…Echoes of
thunder-clap ebbing, the lightning smashed against the virginal and slender lure of its
smooth body…Myrtaceae Eudicots shining in the wilderness of empty screams, the composites of such
alluring skin a mystery, in an Albert Namatjira water-colour affinity to glow forever,
caught…The leaves in mortal hands rub caustic eucalyptus cologne…How the old-ones
collected trail of its blood to render resins so strong…The unique smell of bush-fire would
be so lost without its burning demise…Possessed by incarnate passion the solace of the bush screams with mute insanity…
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Credits
The Herbarium Tales poetry project was curated by Amanda Lucas-Frith, Plumwood Mountain Journal and Prudence Gibson, project director of The Herbarium Tales, an Australian Research Council project at the University of New South Wales.
The project was funded by AIATSIS and premiered at the House of Oz during the 2022 Edinburgh International and Fringe Festivals.
Partners include The Royal Botanic Garden Sydney, Bundanon Trust, University of New South Wales and Open Humanities Press.
Video production and editing by Article One.