To find a southern mythology
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As the other countries of other continents excelled in their own
arts, skills, accomplishments, graces, beyond the essentials of
livingwriters, philosophers, sculptors, musicians, paintersso
in Australia, explorers in bark canoes, song-and-dance men, the
carving of stone tools, fur and feather craft, murals on cliffs.
Those of the south coast were the star-gazers.
Daisy Bates, in a unique line of research, was to find and translate
a new mythology of the Southern Hemisphere, close kindred to the
Greek and in imagery and in allegory related to all others. She
was to find totemic signs of a second zodiac in the moving planets
and fixed stars, deities of earth now in heaven, all the camps and
countries, cult-heroes and tribes on perpetual walkabout in the
map of the night skies. Out of the silence she has saved for us
the visions seen, the stories told around the campfires of the Stone
Age to a thousand generations, setting down in her written word
snatches of songs from the first singers on earth.
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To listen to the stars
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In the starry nights we climbed the rickety ladder to the withered
branch of a bench she called he observatory, to travel the Road
of the Dreaming, Dhoogoor Yuara, where all the stars were
mustering in to the heavenly waterholes and the Milky Way, the River
that Never Dries. At Ooldea she added and completed many major legends
from south-central deserts, sitting aloft for a patient hour or
two with a few of the Old People sprawled below outside the break-wind.
They drew maps with a stick in the sand of Aboriginal constellations,
the totemic zodiacal signs, the fixed stars and pilgrim planetsgrand
march of the skies at night with all the tribes on the move in the
glittering dust of nebulae following their cult heroes akin to the
Greek gods
Kata, Heads
Jupiter and Venus, morning and evening star, were Maalu and Kulbir,
red and grey Kangaroos, a night between them on the same path. The
black void in the Milky Way is Kallaia, Emu, his head in
the Coal Sack, as we say, his long neck, wings, legs in the dark
lanes of the Greek zodiac, between Aquila and Lyra his nebulous
tail. Through all their lives the Emu totem men must never look
at him
Southern Cross is Walja-jinna, the Eaglehawks Track,
with Dhurding, the Pointers, his Club, near by. Never point
at Magellans Clouds, Murgaru, O-imbu, the Right-handed
and Left-handed Brothers who snatch away the dead. Kogolongo
is Mars, Black Cockatoo with red feather in his tail. Altair is
Kangga Ngoonju, Crow Mother, with Delphinius, her Crow boysVega
in Lura is Gibbera, TurkeyAquarius is Bailgu,
the Brush FenceAntares the Fire Carrier, War-roo-boordina
-- and Rigel is Kara the Red-backed Spider at Orions
right foot.
Orion is N-yeeru-na the Hunter, the giant, the coward of
the skies. His impotence and shame are the Awful Example and the
moral of the man-corroborees. Night after night through eternity
he chases the giggling girls of the Pleiades, little desert devils
of the Mingari girls, to be defied, waylaid and kept forever
at bay by Kambu-gudha, their elder sister, the V in Taurus,
who laughs him to scornthey double and dodge, throwing the
dust into his eyes, mocking him in their jests and songs, sparkling
mockery at his rage.
N-yeeru-na, Hunter of Women, but a hunter baffled and shamed
by women, in the man-making ceremonies is one of the first great
morality plays, an Aboriginal ballet of all the brightest stars
in the southern skies. It was for Men Only. If a woman sees it she
will die. In the initiation corroborees Kambu-gudha and the Mingari
were acted by young men and boys.
N-yeeru-na dances, his body reddened by lust and fire. In feathers,
red-ochre, knotted hair-belt and whitened pubic tassel, the red
fire of Betelgeuse his club in his left hand, he beckons and waves
to the Mingari girls to come to his camp. Returning home from gathering
food, they huddle together and refuse. N-yeeru-na stamps and tramples,
he strides them down, his gestures and dances angry and obscene.
In fear of him they trip and fall, and tremble, hiding under their
gnarled dragon humps, spinning like a swarm of bees in silver clouds
of pollen to confuse him - in the brilliant Australian skies at
night the Pleiades are many more than seven. Nearer comes N-yeeru-na,
threatening, snatchingthe girls run
But Kambu-gudha, elder sister, stands naked before him, her feet
and legs wide apart, he left foot Aldebaran filled with fire magic;
kicking up a dazzle of light to blind him. She dares him with her
yamstick quivering fire, exciting him and flaunting, showing contempt
in calling a line of puppies between them - -the faint wavy line
of stars between Orion and V in Taurus. Soon he is jeered and laughed
at by all the neighbouring stars and constellationsJurr-jurr,
Night Owl, Canopus, in his hollow chuckle, Weerloo the Curlew
screaming, Rigel, Kara the Red-backed Spider viciously stinging
his prancing feet, Maalu and Kanyala, the Pointers,
pointing derision, till Babba the Dingo, Horn of the Bull,
flings himself at N-yeeru-na, savagely springs upon him and swings
now east, now west, by his pubic tassel, till Beera, the
comical old Moon, mocks at his shame and failure and all the camps
in the sky are ringing with ribald laughter.
Kambu-gudha wins! N-yeeru-nas fire grows dim, his guts are
gone, his manhood and his fame as a mighty hunter. Pale and wan,
he limps away to the west with all the Mingari women, screaming
their triumph and scorn, hunting him. His name is shame.
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