Hello Jim I have just discovered the poems of Judith Wright - a friend gave me her "Collected Poems" yesterday and already I've learned the first verse of "South of my Days" mainly because it was the favourite of my friend. As I learn the words and say them out loud, the poem changes for me; I become enchanted by the sound of the words (as you said) and the way Judith has woven them like a rose brier hedge, an enduring essence of a distant, simpler life of survival through hardship. There is romance in that, and in her love of country. I have a Wright journey ahead of me. Cheers DeborahThe photo shows Judith Wright in 1946.
I promised to bring up a consolidated post that might assist Deborah in her journey. This is that post. Because of the scale of the task, I am going to have to let the post evolve.
Context
Judith Wright was born on 31 May 1915. From then until her death on 25 June 2000, her life and career went through a number of stages.As she went through those stages, her attitudes and interests changed. “You ask me to read those poems I wrote in my thirties?” she wrote in Skins when she was sixty-six.. “They dropped off several incarnations back.”
To my mind, Judith remained a quintessentially New England writer. That was where her
views were first formed, although her later experiences and especially her relationship
with the older novelist and philosopher Jack McKinney would exercise a powerful influence over her. Judith
met Jack McKinney when she moved to Brisbane .
He was a much older man, some twenty four years her senior, only two years
younger than her father. They fell in love, moving to Mount Tamborine
in 1950; daughter Meredith was born in that year. In 1962, Jack and Judith
finally married. Four years later Jack died, leaving a hole in Judith’s life.
Jack McKinney
was the second of three powerful men in Judith Wright’s life. The first was her
father, Phillip Arundell Wright, with whom she shared a middle name. The third
was H C “Nugget” Coombs, a noted Australian economist and public servant, with
whom she had a twenty five year love affair. Coombs was again an older man, in
this case by nine years. Both were major public figures. Judith was a widow,
Coombs long separated from his wife. Both shared common interests, including
Aboriginal advancement and the environment. Judith moved to Braidwood to be
closer to the Canberra based Coombs, but the
affair was kept secret, if open to their friends and the Canberra network within which they moved.
I knew her father as a much older man. PA, we all spoke of him as PA, was my grandfather’s friend; my grandfather was godfather to his son who bore the same first name; my copy of Generations of Men carries my grandfather’s signature, bought in the year the book first came out. To me, PA was a somewhat remote figure. I saw him at events and at the New England New State Movement Executive meetings that he sometimes chaired. I and my fellow students at the
Judith
loved her father, she loved the Falls country in which she grew up, she loved
the life on the family properties. Her earlier works reflect that love, and
then the joy she found in her relationship with Jack McKinney. Later, there
would come a darkening of spirit, erosion in optimism, a rejection of elements
of her past.
Judith had
the misfortune to be born a girl in an age when men inherited. Especially after
the death of PA, she became separated from the properties and life she had
loved, although the family ties remained close. Towards the end of her life,
she saw the end of the Wright family empire that had been carefully built by
her grandparents and especially grandmother May Wright. The ABC TV Dynasties
program recorded the event in this rather dramatic way:
By December 2000, he
(brother David) had lost it all – his properties, his cattle and his wife to
cancer. His sister, the poet Judith Wright, watched in despair and died soon
after.
That’s dramatic, but the loss was a
profound one. Generations of Men is
dedicated to the children of May and Albert, to her father and his brothers and
sisters. The phrase generations of men comes from Blake’s Milton ;
the verse is quoted on the book’s title page:
The generations of men run on in the tide of time
But their destn’d lineaments permanent for ever and
ever.
If you look at those words, you can get a
feel for Judith’s subsequent sense of loss.
Six years after Judith’s death, David died suddenly. It was a shock. On his death, University of New England Professor
Bernie Bindon described David as one of the pioneers
of the scientific research underpinning today's Australian beef industry. "I
can't think of a beef industry person” Professor Bindon said, “who's made a
bigger contribution to not only the growth of the beef industry but the science
that underpins the beef business,"
The Herefords .that formed the base of
the V1V and V2V Wright brands began their life at Dalwood. It was Judith’s
grandparents, the core characters in Generations
of Men, who began the breeding program that created the Wright cattle. PA, then David and other Wright family members carried it through to the end. There is a whole story there.
So, Deborah, you have begun a journey that can not only gratify in terms of the poetry, but which can carry you through into many aspects of Australian life.It's also a story that is sufficiently well documented for you to get to know the people and their connections.
Structure
I will break the remaining post into three parts:
- my posts on Judith and the Wrights.
- the published material, including the locally published material that you might not find unless you know where to look.
- a short guide to on-line sources that I am aware off.
My posts
The various posts I have written to this point are set out below. They vary considerably in topic and length. I suggest that you scan quickly, that will give you a feel, and then come back to those that interest you. I welcome comments.
- 1 August 2006 New England Wine Regions - Hunter Valley
- 12 August 2006 New England Australia - Writers
- 14 August 2006 In praise of Patrice Newell
- 22 August 2006 Death of David Wright
- 3 December 2006 On Travel Time and Our Sense of Space
- 30 January 2007 The Poetry of Judith Wright - Bora Ring
- 30 January 2007 Poetry's Decline and the Sound of Words
- 30 January 2007 Poetry's Decline Revisited
- 2 July 2007 Australia's Regions - are they really different?
- 13 July 2007 Manners and Society in Modern Australia
- 14 August 2007 Judith Wright's The Hawthorn Hedge - Regional Australia writers
- 19 August 2007 Australian Poetry - a few meanderings
- 1 September 2007 The Poetry of Judith Wright - South of My Days
- 7 September 2007 Judith Wright's "For a Pastoral Family" - and "Skins"
- 8 March 2008 Saturday Morning Musings - Australian indigenous poetry
- 26 September 2009 The colours of New England
- 18 November 2009 Train Reading - S H Roberts the Squatting Age in Australia, 1835-1847
- 15 January 2010 New England Granite
- 15 February 2010 Page and Pooaraar's The Great Forgetting
- 27 May 2010 Regional traditions in Australian culture
- 4 December 2010 Social Change in New England 1950-2000 7: Judith Wright
- 17 December 2010 Ogilvies, Wrights, social change
- 26 May 2011 Writing multi-layered history
- 27 May 2011 Two Australian poetry resources
- 28 May 2011 People, biography & the New England tradition
- 23 November 2012 The deracination of New England poetry
- 14 May 2014 History revisited – Hunter Valley historical tour 2: Dalwood
- 29 May 2014 New England Travels – journeys through space and time
- 31 May 2014 Saturday Morning Musings – sidetracking through history
- 18 June 2014 History revisited – the shears stop in Newcastle
- 25 June 2014 History revisited – NENCO, Newcastle & wool sales part 2
- 17 December 2014 New England writers – Introducing Binks Turnbull Dowling’s For crying out loud
- 20 December 2014 Saturday morning musings - planning for the holiday break
- 10 February 2015 Growing up in New England – four stories
- 18 February 2015 History revisited - vegetable gardens a fading necessity
To be continued
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