Land of Milk and Honey

We've Golden Soil

Liam James

We’ve golden soil: an affirming self-proclamation pontificating the antipodes, delivered as promised lands. A sun-drenched alternative for our settler forefathers.

For some reason I can’t swallow it, this isn’t how it feels, and when I turn back to our cultural past it’s not what I see either.

We come from, within a white context, a history played out in a gothic narrative: a nation absorbed in dark romanticism. Our land is traumatised, and has been since first contact.

An overwhelming sense of unease plays out. Fire and flood are our geography. The unknown predator that haunts is guilt personified. We live here in the anxieties and disappointments of our colonial discovery. Girt by joyful strains.