From Melbourne and nearby which has powerful memories of January fires and loss of life, Tasmania has been looking tragic.
So far as I know no one we know has suffered.
A few years ago Margaret Scott (1934 - 2005), an Englishwoman who settled in Tasmania and wrote poems and fiction and was a loved teacher,
retired from Hobart to the country where her house a few years later was destroyed by wildfire.
She lived after that only a few years.
The Baby Farmer (1990)
The Black Swans (1988)
Changing Countries : on moving from one island to another (2000)
Collected Poems (2000)
Convict Trail : Tasman Peninsula and Port Arthur (2000?)
Family Album : a novel of secrets and memories (2000)
In the shadows [previously published as The Baby Farmer] 2001
Port Arthur : a story of strength and courage (1997)
Tricks of Memory : poems (1980)
"Uneasy Eden" : peace and conflict in a rural community [pamphlet] (1997)
Visited (1983)
Margaret's poetry has been featured in a number of anthologies including:
The best Australian poetry 2004 (2004) Effects of light: the poetry of Tasmania (1985) New music: an anthology of contemporary Australian Poetry (2001) River of Verse: A Tasmanian Journey 1800-2004 (2004) A writer's Tasmania. Vol.1 (2000)
On 08/01/2013, at 2:43 AM, Lawrence Upton wrote:
> Hi (No one)
>
> We used to have active members in Tasmania. I'm not sure we do now.
> If there is any one reading there, just thought I'd say how sorry I am
> about the fires! If you are caught up in fires, then it's unlikely
> you'll be reading this; I am still sorry.
>
> I have been meaning to say that and getting distracted by
> trivialities -- Icarus falling from the sky and the ploughman
> ploughing...
>
> Recent weather in USA and in Russia has been negatively impressive
> and I still manage to moan about rain and overcast. It's been mild in
> S E Britain. We'll pay for that when the farmers find that nothing we
> regard as nasty has been killed off; but that'll be then. We're not
> thinking much about that now; and still we're moaning. I am. Much of
> my country has been flooded and I live on a chalk hill
>
> So, anyway, may the fires stop (Prayer of the godless)
>
> L
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