Amazon.com has now launched Matchbook for its customers.
Matchbook is an innovative program where you can get an e-book version of any print book you purchase for much less than you would pay, or even for FREE.
As an Author I have come right on board for this program as I feel it is a great concept for readers. In the ‘Around the Campfire’ series there are a number of print versions available, mostly for the more popular of the series.
I first came across this poem in my research into Tribal Aboriginal Australians and the poem so touched me that I included it as a preface into Book 3, Spirits of the Rocks of The Dreaming Series.
I would like to share it with you now… enjoy.
An Australian Poem
Unknown Author
Two-Fellow Level ‘gether
Missus boy and my little boy two fellow grow up ‘gether
Level play in mud all day longa the rainy weather;
Two-fellow chase em dog all-time, fight and climb em tree,
Listen hard when my man tell stories longa to we.
That little white kid him likem me, properly nice one boy,
My old man go bush all day, cut em out boomerang toy;
Two-fellow play-play all the day, one fellow black one white,
Two fellow same when play at game, two-fellow level fight.
And my old man him say to me, ‘must be someone mad,
Whitefellow think him all time good, blackfellow all time bad;
But kiddie him no more think that way, two-fellow level play,
Whitefellow talk-talk one-fellow God, two-fellowlevel pray.
‘Blackfellow all day help ‘em white, somebody must be fool.
Whitefellow boy go different kind whenever him go to school;
“Can’t understand,” my old man say, “somewhere somebody mad.”
But I no more listen, me only see, two kid happy and glad.
So I talk, ‘old man, listen here, no more growl-growl white,
All-about must live him way, which one say him right?’
Kiddie him play-play every day, kiddie him no more fool.
Two-fellow level understand when two-fellow level school.
Drawn from ‘Tales From the Aborigines’
By Bill Harney (1895-1962) – First edition Oct 1959
Had a bit of fun yesterday … I was involved in a Facebook Page, which said they were:
They lied. Why do people troll the internet promoting racial disharmony and hatred … and do so by saying they are for “the Worlds Public,, No matter what Colour or Race!!” and then say something like this …
“Blackfullas on a Blackfulla page”
Needless to say I didn’t qualify and they didn’t like me questioning their racist and bigoted attitude and posts even though there was some reasonable content on the site, a lure I guess, so I ‘unfriended’ the page. It was no great loss and it remains so. I guess the admin thought they were talking to an illegal alien and that they were putting me in my place. *Sigh* Racism is there…it is rife and it is SICK. BTW despite being civil and somewhat entertained by their antics such as:
I did get banned so I guess there is a first for everything. I was rather entertaining actually. You can read the script on this link, though my comments are no longer visible which has something to do with the banning. The Ordained Priestess seemed to think so… she is also unemployed which is no surprise.
If you are out there fighting the war against racism and have an experience we would enjoy or appreciate … there is a certain satisfaction in relating it to others. Please feel free to do so here, you are very welcome. Racism in any form is abhorrent and needs to be exposed to be addressed.
Happy reading Everyone.
Sitting at a table in the sun, with the son and joking fit to giggle my little flash fiction was born. I enjoy the interaction of Facebook, I enjoy hearing from friends throughout my day and I enjoy annoying the doings out of my kids. They can be so easy to annoy, so easy to inspire to a view that is irrelevantly amusing. Aghh life can be good sometimes.
However, back to Flash Fiction… I have discovered this new genre for the first time when putting fingerprint to key. I must admit I am a reader who enjoys a good lengthy saga, anything under 350 pages and I consider it a midnight read. If I find a book, or better a series that keeps me enthralled for more than four days I am in heaven. Perhaps I am hard to amuse but unfortunately this is my malady.
Which is why, when I completed my four book series, The Dreaming, I was amazed when those involved publishing advised that I split the books into a series of eight. To me it seemed inconceivable at first as each book was the story of an individual Aboriginal Shaman, a paranormal tale of love and adventure, or conflict where they seek to find their way through towards the life they choose to live, despite all else and yes… their length varies from 450-550 pages in print. The tale told in the complete series is something of a revealing saga, but an interesting one that takes you on many turns through the pages.
I have just returned from the Rooftop of Queensland, having spent time toasting my toes around the campfire at the delightful Mount Moffatt. We camped in what is part of the Carnarvon National Park, up high on the Consuela plateau where the Maranoa River is born and we explored the ancient lands of the Bidjara People.
The Roof of Queensland
I have visited the Carnarvon National Park many times over the years but this was the first time I could sit with the wild birds and animals, amongst the towering cyprus pines and gums on the high plateau for more than a short time. It was glorious!
Our days were filled with exploring the ancient campsites and art galleries of the Bidjara mob, photographing and documenting stencils left on sandstone cave walls in ochres of red, yellow and black along with rock etchings of the burial sites where the tribal people of the plateau buried their dead in a rich social and ritual life for near 20,000 years.
Jan Hawkins Author 