The scholarship is the result of collaboration between Shalom College, a residential college at the University of NSW, and the Muru Marri Indigenous Health Unit, School of Public Health and Community Medicine at University of NSW. From one scholarship holder in 2005, we have 14 scholarship holders in 2010.
Gaining Ground is focussed on the lower Mississippi delta, but strikes me that this approach may have broader application - particularly in an Australian context where we have a seemingly endless struggle trying to work out how we are going to manage major economic and ecological assets like the Murray/Darling river systems.
Michael Loyd Young, documents the 150 miles of Highway 61, the famed blacktop road snaking from Memphis, TN down to Greenville, MS. At the halfway point, in the heart of the Mississippi Delta, sits Clarksdale, MS, the city considered the birthplace of the blues and the location of Robert Johnson’s famed “Cross Road Blues” intersection of Highway 61 and 49. The Delta has been home to blues legends such as Charley Patton, John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Ike Turner, Cadillac John Nolden, B.B. King, T-Model Ford, Mississippi Slim, Big Jack Johnson, and Willie King, among countless others whose music has become the glue that holds these communities together as they struggle to survive.
The river was up 40 feet at the Greenville Bridge by the time we got there - swelled by the normal snowmelt in many of the 37 States and 2 Canadian provinces that drain into it and also from the floodwaters that flowed down from the Cumberland River that had trashed Nashville, Tennessee a couple of weeks ago - all of this made for some exciting canoeing - with many of the sandbars and islands under water.
Here are just a few pix from the northern part of my trip though the USA and Canada over the past few weeks. I’m in Mississippi right now and will post some more pix from my trip down the Mississippi River over the next few days. […]
Dan Hipgrave: "A poster on the door warned: "Bring your liquor inside but not your beer." The walls were cluttered with posters and age-old postcards, while toy monkeys swung from the rafters. It was low lit – smoky but inviting, with beer and whiskey flowing freely."
The air in Kabul - particularly in summer - is literally full of flying faecal matter. Your shit turns into dust and when the evening winds start up the city fills up with this dust that is literally full of shit. And it covers every surface. You can walk around your room with a damp cloth 24/7 just cleaning a coating of shit-dust full of faecal matter off everything. It is in the air, in your eyes, it is up your arse and down your throat.
Bedrizzled with rain he sits without a move; Among the rippling waters he sits without a move. Bedrizzled with rain, a reddish glow overspreads him; Among the rippling waters a reddish glow overspreads him. The sky is clouded with water-moss; The sky sends down scattered showers.
You get Ayepe-arenye caterpillars on the tar-vine. People before used to gather them while the caterpillars were eating the plant. They would put the ayepe-arenye on the ground and squeeze the guts out into a little hole, and then cook the caterpillars in hot soil. Then they would get them out and leave them in the sun for two or three days to dry. Then they'd share them around and eat them.
