Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Devil's Gap of Albany or Yokaa-kaany Waaliny


Man on the Cliff Top at the Devil’s Gap, Albany.
(Kalgoorlie Argus 9th December, 1913 p. 18).
I was reading through old newspapers and wondering on their use of words. And I was thinking how minds tend to think similar thoughts through the ages.
And, in reference to the Gap near Albany I had written before of the siren’s song (26-04-10), of the sounds generated in the gap in the surge of wave and the hollowed rocks through which they roar. I had written previously,
This fingering fragmented froth that lingers seeks to touch you; reaches out to connect you with the sea and its mournful melody that holds to its memory of men and women lost who never understood the cost - of wandering too close to the sirens songs - to their tidal surge and singing and all their anguish bringing.

So recently, reading through papers of the past I was interested to read the following description of the “Devil’s Gap.”
The awesome Devil's Gap, the dark frowning walls of which rise up in for bidding majesty to the height of 150ft above water level, make an impressive scene...The view can be taken in only by extending oneself flat upon the earth and drawing up cautiously to the edge. The ocean's swell dashing and swilling into the bides of the Gap, churning itself into fantastic, tongues of water and sending clouds of vapour-like spray into the 'faces of those above, form a picture " the fascination of which holds the lover of Nature for hours in silent admiration. Here Nature is seen in her sternest mood; bold massive piles of granite which have defied the seas for centuries are her materials; grand and impressive have been the manner of their employment: Near-by is the Natural Bridge, which in future years should join with the Gap in attracting thousands of-tourists to view its rugged and peculiar form. A unique geological formation probably many centuries ago left an uncovered cavern near to the rocky shore walled off from the ocean by a high barrier of granite about 60ft. wide. The swirl of countless swells beating against the wall has worn an aperture at water level leaving an irregular arch, through which the waves roll in, dashing themselves against the cavern's sides, producing music such as one would imagine coming from the thundering notes of a colossal organ. (The West Australian 15th Jan, 1914 p. 8).

I like this talk of waves producing music. I like the vivid descriptions of words used, such as, “The ocean's swell dashing and swilling into the bides of the Gap, churning itself into fantastic, tongues of water.” I think the word 'bides' means, in this context, a place that withstands and waits... like, as if it has stood in its making of music from its earliest days...
So that this ancient formation of rock and pounding sea has been singing and booming to the surges of water-mountains for thousands, if not millions of years...Such that the sirens songs I’ve heard are the ancient ones and their waiting has been long.
One wonders if their songs have changed through time?
When the water was far lower due to the last ice age what songs did the sirens sing 5 to 10.000 years ago?
I also like the way the writer of 1914 had described the watery tongues of the Gap... and thus adds a human dimension to its movements and Poseidon’s view to all its description therein...and thus the god of the sea and the songs of the sirens are activated in our imaginations...
And the picture of the man, his silhouette of the brave, or fool, who stands on the lip of the abyss, reminds me, plays with my memory of what I saw as a child. There on the hip of granite sat the living image of youths and all their risk taking. Their image remains branded in my childhood memory, their dangling of legs over the edge and their tempting of fate, and to this vision of them I remember and shudder...and imagine the sirens that bided beneath their feet...
You wonder don't you, did they hear them? Was their songs that drew them near to tempt their fate?
And that man on the roof of that Gap what was he thinking?
Did he hear Poseidon and the sirens singing?
Did he return across the threshold or join the brotherhood or sisterhood biding for the many who have never returned?

15 Comments:

At October 13, 2010 at 9:28 PM , Blogger Dr Mad Fish said...

Hey this is awesome Tim and I am so keen to share my own stuff with you about the Gap but it will all be in my thesis (as I keep saying). I have a 1935 description of the Gap from the local newspaper and it will be in said thesis, but I wonder if you would mind me using this? I will have to find the original reference to it in the West Australian which I guess wil be archived on-line somewhere?

But don't ypu just love the Romantic language and how they were not afraid to get emotional about it? We have become so hard in our rational but mostly more shallow, insincere and sensationalist style of contemporary journalism.

 
At October 13, 2010 at 9:30 PM , Blogger Dr Mad Fish said...

PS is Yokaa-kaany Waaliny the Noongar translation of 'Devil's Gap'?

 
At October 13, 2010 at 10:49 PM , Blogger McCabeandco said...

Yokaa-kaany means (Nyun lit: women-of spirit, as in the spirit of the women... And waaliny is crying or singing... Djanak Maia is a translation of the Devil's Gap, bad spirit's home. And yes, please go ahead and use what you want. It would be my pleasure! Yep, I am always on the look out for materials about Albany and its wonderous coastline...of feathering swells...

 
At October 13, 2010 at 11:40 PM , Blogger Dr Mad Fish said...

Thanks Tim. I tracked down the 1914 article in the archives so I can reference it directly. I came across a bizarre story about a 12 year old girl who thought her father had fallen into the Gap and walked for miles to get help. I think he hadn't actually fallen in at all but it was interesting that she was so afraid of that happening that she was sure it had! But I only go snippets of that story though.

Is 'maia' related to 'mia' as in the Noongar dwellings?

 
At October 14, 2010 at 12:19 AM , Blogger McCabeandco said...

yes, maia as in mia or mya hut or dwelling also referred to as a kond.

 
At October 14, 2010 at 12:22 AM , Blogger McCabeandco said...

Yep, that 12 year old wayerniny...fearing the worst. That place lends itself to such foreboding... I think...

 
At October 14, 2010 at 1:43 AM , Blogger Dr Mad Fish said...

Absolutely, and that will be in my thesis too!

 
At October 14, 2010 at 5:50 AM , Blogger sarah toa said...

Wonderful writing Tim. My last (very long) comment has just been deleted through glitches sorry. I'll be back. But wonderful ... thanks

 
At October 14, 2010 at 6:33 PM , Blogger sarah toa said...

"Nature's sternest mood" indeed. I think we've all heard that siren song. Some people who know what they are capable of just won't go there. i will dig out my Fin folk story at some stage, about the Gap's siren song.
I appreciate the years of thought and training that has gone into this writing Tim. It appears invisible which is why it works so well! Beautiful work.

 
At October 14, 2010 at 9:05 PM , Blogger McCabeandco said...

Thank you for your comments. Yep, that southern coastline sings many songs, some sad, some enormously sad but yet others that are wonder-filled, melodic and colourful... That deepest blue I have spoken of before and will speak about again. I have it in my mind to write something of my Stallard cousins that were lost off Black Point... They were fishing in seas they loved and when Debbie fell in her two sons dived in to save her. They lost their lives trying to save their mother. You see that deepest blue has many a tale to tell. I did not know my cousins well, had only met them several times. But what I know of them, and how they were lost and where, fills me with sadness and colours my writings and respect for that deepest blue of sea...

 
At October 15, 2010 at 5:12 PM , Blogger Dr Mad Fish said...

I look forward to reading that Tim.

 
At November 1, 2010 at 2:41 AM , Blogger ciaranl said...

Hi Tim, I've come to red-tailed black cockatoo via Sarah Toa's Winedark Sea. I'm interested, is there a native creation story for the Gap and Natural Bridge, for all that stretch of mad granite out there?

 
At November 4, 2010 at 6:42 AM , Blogger McCabeandco said...

No, sorry, I don't know what their story was... but, I wonder if theirs was not disimilar to our own. I wonder whether it was wirrnidjinj place of spirits... and whether it was something kept separate - a place of weyarninj - weyarnup might have been its name...or did the early Noongar see that place and its cobalt depths and thundering rock as some landscape different... I don't think they were indifferent but for all their skill in climbing, and all their awareness of their surroundings they may have perceived it in a different way entirely from the fear its appears to harbour...

 
At November 27, 2010 at 12:27 AM , Blogger Barbara Temperton said...

This makes for interesting reading. I've come across the article before and used it and others like it in my Masters thesis and subsequent book. There is a copy of my thesis in the Local Studies Collection at the Albany Public Library and another in the Reid (UWA): The Lighthouse Keeper's Wife and other stories & Ceremony for ground: narrative, landscape, myth.

 
At November 28, 2010 at 2:29 AM , Blogger McCabeandco said...

Thank you Barbara. I look forward to having a read of your writings and hope to hear from you again soon. Thank you for visiting my blog and great to see our shared interest in the sea and its surrounds!

 

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