Judith Wright, An Activist Poet Who Was Ahead Of Her Time

(MENAFN- The Conversation)

Judith Wright is a giant of Australian letters. Though most famous as a poet, she was also a very fine writer in prose, and it is this dimension of her writing that is brought to life in a new selection of her non-fiction.

Review: Judith Wright: Selected Writings, edited by Georgina Arnott (La Trobe University Press).

The works have been selected and introduced by Georgina Arnott, author of The Unknown Judith Wright (2016). Arnott draws on essays published by Wright during her lifetime in the collections Because I Was Invited (1975), Going on Talking (1991) and Born of the Conquerors (1991).

She provides excerpts from key monographs written by Wright – namely, her sensitive study of Henry Lawson (1967), the pioneer history Generations of Men (1959) and the revision of this history The Cry for the Dead (1981), the great activist accounts The Coral Battleground (1977) and We Call for a Treaty (1985), and Wright's autobiography Half a Lifetime (1999).

Arnott has also gone beyond these sources to provide a fuller picture of Wright's prose writing than had previously existed.

Judith Wright shot to prominence in the post-war years as the author of some of Australia's most iconic poems. Her first collection The Moving Image (1946), published when she was 31 years old, remains one of the landmark Australian literary works of the last century.

Across its 20 devastating poems, each line still has the capacity to grab the reader by the scruff of the neck. Poems like“Bullocky”,“Dust”,“Bora Ring” and“Nigger's Leap, New England”, despite being endlessly anthologised and drummed into generations of school children, still carry a visionary charge.

For the next 20 years, Wright's poetry emerged at the rate of roughly a volume a year and showed considerable formal and thematic range – poems about motherhood, about birds, about the nature of time and the cosmos. But during the 1960s, her career changed course. It swung decisively in the direction of activism, particularly toward conservation causes.

By the end of her life, cultural historian Tim Bonyhady concludes that, as great a poet as Wright was, she was a yet greater activist and her fullest legacy lies in her contribution to the causes she pursued with a unique eloquence. Reading her prose works, one feels the force of her intellect, but also the presence of something more, a profound capacity to understand the world.

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The volume's earliest writings, from the late 1940s, are works of literary criticism. These culminated in Preoccupations in Australian Poetry (1965). The thesis advanced in that book was that Australian poetry (the poetry of the coloniser) is beset by a double consciousness, born of foundational exile.

Arnott's collection now lets us see the seed of this thought in a contribution called“Perspective” that Wright made to the Jindyworobak Review in 1948:

This image of an intrusive“background” that will not let current ambition have its way, exactly presages the subversion of Wright's literary career by the burning issues of Australia's situation.

Most particularly, in the“background” of Australian colonisation, beneath the nationalist and pioneering myths, is the wanton and seemingly inexorable destruction of the natural world and the violent dispossession of Indigenous people, ruthlessly robbed of their lands, languages, resources, cultures and, in many instances, their very right to exist.

What marks out Wright's greatness is her surrender to the ethical demands of this“background”.

Of course, for those on the other side of Australian colonisation, this was no background, but the brutal stripping away of their entire way of life. It is this calling, what Wright would later term the“cry of the dead”, that provides a kind of narrative through his collection

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It is important to emphasise the sheer pleasure of reading Wright's work. She is a gifted prose writer. Never showy, she is instead a master of devastating understatement. She writes aphoristically, but often you do not notice the aphorisms, because they spill out gently and without the showman's characteristic pause for effect.

Her irritation almost never comes to the surface, but on occasion she takes the briefest moment to set certain presumptions back in their place.“To sentimentalise women is to despise them,” she writes in“Women Writers in Society”.

In a later essay,“Transcending Womanliness”, she begins by quoting the words of Vincent Buckley from the 1950s:

That Buckley, a not insensitive poet, could blithely call someone of Wright's stature a shrew is a reminder of what it was like for women who dared to write. The deep dignity of Wright makes this easy to forget, but she did not have the luxury of setting this matter aside entirely.

One sees traces of the stultifying sense of“culture” in the immediate post-war years in Wright's earliest literary criticism. She was not averse to a certain Olympian coolness that was the keynote of mid 20th century Anglo-American literary criticism. Her review of Verse in Australia (1960) affects bemusement at the new speaking registers appearing in contemporary poetry. She finds in the work of younger poets, a poetry that“was conducted on an oddly conversational level”.

What is significant, though, is not this cultural moment, but what happens to Wright in the years just after this. Many of her contemporaries, including Buckley, doubled down on Leavisite prescriptions grounded in a Great Tradition, but Wright opened herself to the world. As a publisher's reader at Jacaranda Press, she promoted the manuscript of a book of poems that would become We Are Going (1964) by Kath Walker (later Oodgeroo Noonuccal ).

Oodgeroo's volume was the first published book of poetry by an Indigenous Australian. It was dismissed by literary critics, who had their standards, but remained deaf to the call of history.

Wright, however, immediately grasped the significance of Oodgeroo's work, and if one looks at Wright's life – which is what this collection affords – one sees moments like this time and again: moments that show Wright to be often decades ahead of her fellows.

Her essay,“The Koori Voice: A New Literature” (1973), is startlingly early in its appreciation of Indigenous writing in Australia. It shows how laggard others were to see what was staring them in the face. While other critics could only grimace at what they deemed a childlike earnestness in the poems of Oodgeroo and Jack Davis , Wright was able to calmly see the radical significance of the new Aboriginal writing.

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It is a similar story with Wright's apprehension of the environment.

Certainly, there were environmental voices prior to Wright. Elyne Mitchell's Soil and Civilisation (1946), an impassioned plea for improved soil conservation, appeared in the same year as Wright's The Moving Image. Yet Wright was one of the first to mobilise the newly globalised sense of the environment that reached a point of inflexion with the publication of Rachel Carson's Silent Spring (1962).

In 1962, Wright was one of the founders of The Wildlife Preservation Society of Queensland . In 1964, the same year that Oodgeroo's We Are Going was published, Wright became its president, a role she would serve until 1976. It was this role that took her to the front line of some of Australia's first major conservation campaigns.

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With this collection of Wright's work, one is able to watch her thought moving with persistent acuity through moments of epiphany and revolution. The steadiness of her voice can sometimes disguise the radical shifts in her thinking as she reconceives the basic coordinates of literature, environment, settler history and Indigenous reconciliation.

As well as being an activist, Wright was a crucial witness to the actions she undertook. Some years ago, I had occasion to read her book We Call for a Treaty (1985), which traced the work of the Aboriginal Treaty Committee, on which she served from 1979 to 1984. Expecting a fairly dry account of the committee's work, I was struck by how crisply the tale was told, how deftly it set the scene, how lucidly the problems were rendered. In fact, I found the book utterly riveting.

Among her other virtues, Wright's expository prowess deserves more than a passing mention. On every page of this new collection, and across a multitude of topics, Wright's writing voice never falters – the clarifying poise of her phrasing, her unerring eye for the telling detail and the timeliness of her counterpoints.

For me, though, and this may well be a matter of personal taste, I was most won over by Wright's environmental writing. In particular, the triumvirate of essays that follow in quick succession in this collection,“Conservation as a Concept” (1968),“Our Vanishing Chances” (1972) and“Conservation: Choice or Compulsion” (1975) left me breathless with their scope and clarity of vision.

What these essays carry is not only Wright's trademark erudition, and her acute sense of the fatal interplay of historical forces, but the grain of life lived in the service of environmental struggle – the day-to-day praxis of fighting to save things.

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And by things, we must say without hyperbole, the world. For what is Fraser Island, what is the Great Barrier Reef, if not the world in its substance?

Wright's vision seemed to directly repudiate the instrumental logic that relentlessly removed life from the world under the euphemism of selective appropriation. Mining the sand from Fraser Island is not just the selective removal of a resource: it destroys the world.

Wright begins“Conservation: Choice or Compulsion” with these remarks:

This essay goes on to provide an unblinking account of Australian environmental failure, and how ecological destruction is wired into the basic circuitry of the nation. She is under no illusion about the difficulty of change:

Though I knew many of the more famous essays in this collection, there were many I had never seen. One of the essays that had slipped beneath my notice was“Australia – Landscape Ancient and Modern”, which was published in the collection Australia Fair? (1984).

In this essay, Wright takes the reader around the continent of Australia, effortlessly offering up its geological and environmental history, floating like a kind of spirit through the diverse biomes of this unique land.

Under her pen, Australia, not as nationalist unity, but as an assemblage of lifeworlds, starts to pulse and come alive. At such moments, this collection brings this great writer back to us.

The collection ends with more intimate writings, including examples from Wright's letters. A central part of her genius is that she never forgets where she comes from. Her most important thinking can be traced to her upbringing within her family's pastoral empire.

Raised in the bosom of New England squattocracy, Wright was able to see firmly what everyone else was trying desperately and constantly to forget. Prising herself from the self-exculpatory myths of a pioneering family set her on a path to see the world for what it is.

The recognition that she was“born of the conquerors” was something Wright met with decisive courage. Her instinct was never to wring her hands or offer empty platitudes, but to set out a path of repair.

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