Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Koorabup: Denmark, The Place of Return

Koorabup Denmark: To Return
Koorabup, some say, is the place of the swan, the maali or kaljak.
Some say Koorabup means the place of return, to where with each winter's gale and the river in flood, rains would strain bleeding brown mud in the torrent's quest to fill the inlet and break the bar to the sea.
And then, that done, soon thereafter, freshwater for a time in spring, at high tide, mixed and melded fresh with salt and fish in shoals and schools of plenty, provided tartj: meat for hungry mouths of the Biboolmin - the people of the paperbarks.
The river still floods and the bar still breaks and paperbarks still line the river banks.
The blackswan moves motionless when the water sits still.
The swan's reflected double means its never alone, and the ancient fish traps remain, they've worn their test of time, echoing reminders of some one's home; some one's attention to tides that flow, that therein provided their reason to return, to sit by their fires with their fish cooking close to their mia's: their huts, and there to sleep, to sing, and weep, there to hear the recriminations ring, to cry, and live their lives till the tides had turned, till the sandbar silted and enclosed once more, the fish, then few, which signalled the Biboolmun return to the forests they new, to their haunts of the yongka grey kangaroo, and to the kwenda, and the wooly-kangaroo rat and the long-tailed karda: goanna and to the forest floor with its stores-a-plenty; red roots and wild potato all dependant on the season's rains, that returned, that flooded the creeks and signalled the breaking of the bar and eventually their return to koorrabup, to the swan's reflection and into the arms of family and friends with their fires and food a plenty; to the spring-tides of fertility, to noppa: babies in their koota bags, and then when moorart, when nourished, when the sandbar returned, they'd return, once more, to their fires in the forest's deep waiting for Koorabup: waiting for the signal of return to speak, its words in the running rush and gurgling creeks and the flooded river's return to the sea.

5 Comments:

At March 19, 2010 at 5:26 AM , Blogger Wadjella Yorga said...

Hi Tim, loving your blogs...hesitated at becoming a follower of them ALL out of fear that you may think I was a stalker :)
FYI...Mungart Boodja Art Centre is holding a Yorga's workshop (Women's Heartland) in Denmark next weekend - as part of the Kwoorabup Art Walk project. Norma MacDonald is facilitating, Sandra Hill & Sharyn Egan, amongst others, will be attending. Connecting with Elders, visiting sites, creating ephemeral art works along the trail - breaking down the taboo myth...the return of the Noongar - is an interesting process going on - that you may wish to experience/observe. Am particularly interested in the effect that community arts projects have on the consciousness of us all - a couple of people in Denmark have come forward and claimed their Aboriginal heritage since this project started - which is very telling of the place...dreaming up the return - the homecoming. Thanks for sharing your journey.

 
At March 24, 2010 at 9:05 PM , Blogger McCabeandco said...

Thanks for visiting my blog, and I am very interested in your comments. I hope the yorga's workshop went well, and I would like to know what other things they have planned. It is great to know Noongar women and their friends are reclaiming their Denmark associations, and koorr koorliny - and please feel free to visit my sites any time and leave a comment. You are welcome to be a "stalker" :)

 
At March 24, 2010 at 9:26 PM , Blogger Wadjella Yorga said...

Glad you are welcoming of stalkers...is a rare treat to come across kindred spirits treading lightly in the boodja...who possess such a rich knowledge of Noongar language...am jealous or should I say inspired to learn!

The workshop starts tomorrow - really looking forward to spending time in country with beautiful women making art from the heart.

Will no doubt blog about that...

 
At March 25, 2010 at 8:44 PM , Blogger McCabeandco said...

Wadjalla Yorga, I hope you are inspired to learn it. The Noongar language provides one with unexpected insights into this beautiful land. Words of the Noongar language are often inspired from the onomatopia of the land. One thus appears to be participating in the land's own breathing - sucking the same air that moves the trees and blows and turns the sand. In learning the language I have found a great and continuing joy in my dialogue with the birds and animals about me. There is something about using and identifying with a language (vis-a-vis its people) that had identified so intimately with this land in all its macro and micro observations. Don't be fearful, be joy-filled, embrace it. The southern talk, clipped and quick is a joy to hear. I heard some of the Woods, and Roberts speak it, and the Dabs... it sounds a bit different to the moornong mai of the east. Maybe the heat of the east made them talk slower... All the best to you on your new found quest...

 
At March 26, 2010 at 12:12 AM , Blogger Wadjella Yorga said...

I know what you mean about the joyfulness of it...Have always been in love with the language, the sound has captivated me since...forever really. Growing up in Gnowangerup and hearing snippets here and there left me craving for more..and recently Uncle Angus and Aunty Alma...whom I adore.

I can identify with what you say about the language relecting the sounds of nature...noticed this with Koolbardie and wondered if this was true for all words. Thanks for confirming what my instincts taught me...awesome!

Please...any clues as to where to start, have felt a calling but have despaired that it was lost...that I wouldn't be able to come to know this most enchanting language - unless I was joined at the hip to one of the elders for a good while...but didn't feel like it was my place to do this.

Books are good but dont really cut it for me I need to hear...am a notorious mimic...

Thanks for sharing your experiences Tim...feels like I may just be catching up with my destiny...JOY indeed :)

 

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