Terry McArthur
 


Terry McArthur is a poet, songwriter, and playwright. Terry's plays include Country Of Tears for The Midnight Sun Theatre and Dance Company which was performed at the inaugural Sydney Arts Festival and Naratic Visions which he co-directed with Chin Kham Yoke. He has written produced and directed multi-media performances including Seeking Knowledge and Casting The Oracle for the Australian Awards For University Teaching, and New Horizons for the opening of the Sydney SuperDome. As a lyricist Terry has co-written  hit songs for John Farnham and James Blundell. As one half of the spoken word duo the cube he has released one album Permanent Scars and is now preparing to release Weapons Of Mass Sedition. Terry's poetry has been published in, Upland (University Of New England Press), Holes In The Evening (Fat Possum Press edited by Michael Sharkey) and The Tin Wash Dish (ABC Books edited by John Tranter), Thylazine, Blue Pepper and Stylus. Terry's latest collection of poems, Walking Skin is due for publication with Artesian in early 2008.

 

 
The Weather Eater's Lament
Summer swift black sun burns 
Dry rivers drink in dread the blaze 
Days are dust settled thick and thin over
This track where light and language languish
The tongue no longer speaking
No more speaking
What's done is done
Who can trace the ember from the fire
Smear ash across the face of our broken land
Or bear our lamentations beneath the dead drought years 
Crossing and recrossing this once fertile valley 
Hearing the song of the future blow in from the void
 
More Dirt Music  
( for Tim Winton and Audrey Auld Mezera ) 
South of the dry lands
Between dirt and sea 
Moving forward under brazen moon
Crossing the night tracks by foot 
There is a moment when your eyes fall upon the gathering gates
A moment like no other 
Those ancestral gates desolate and perpetual 
Call in the forgotten songs 
Cradling the words that sing of love and loss
Each song a code that blisters hearts 
For who can bear such words of joy and sorrow
Who will carry such secrets in their marrow
Under the starlight of the gathering gates
There is no tomorrow
Only the songs under the shadow of blood rocks
Only the songs wedged in the red earth
Seeking out the singer 
Seeking out the season
South of the dry lands
Between dirt and sea 
 
No Worries  
( for David Gulpilil) 
He appeared 
As if from nowhere sniffing the air
Looking out upon us who watched in the darkness
His darkness 
And he spoke 
As if his words had always been with us
We listened as if hearing for the first time
His darkness
One leg he said in whitefella world
One leg in his dreaming 
His story
Fell upon us like the rain of rains
His coming into the camera lens like a luminous spirit
Bearing the lineage of his people 
Holding the lightning in his eyes 
We took him in and grappled him to ground
Fed fame and paid pittance 
Let him drink and almost drown 
Crowned him blackfella king 
Deserted him for newer younger kings 
Let him drift and ride the roar between twin worlds
He looked at us in our darkness
He smiled the smile of ages
He sang the song of his father
And disappeared
An invisible crocodile beneath the river's banks