Poverty's Window
By Noel Gray
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Poverty's Window - Noel Gray
POET
ON THE RUN
What knowledge I have about myself is always one step back from what I am, always a little less than a full measure. This gap between what I know about my life and what it is comes in and out of clarity like a dream struggling to be remembered. It seems clearer when I look away, think of something else. It is for this reason that I will speak of a life that is not entirely mine, but close enough to be indistinguishable in spirit if different in a few of its details. A life finely balanced between anger and art, between frustration and hope.
Adrian Shadow, the subject of this tale, was born in early August, between the atomic blast that flattened Hiroshima and the one that destroyed Nagasaki, a month that was named after the first Emperor of Rome who bequeathed to the world the Altar of Peace. Adrian’s mother, Anna Kovic, a Russian Cossack of youthful beauty, was expelled from her homeland, her history, and her culture. In tow with many of the dislocated she finally arrived in America. It was there she met Nathan Shadow, a mid-westerner bridled with an inflated angst fuelled by a wide range of perceived injustices. After a brief and intense courtship the couple decided to seek a place where they might forge a new life. Shortly after their marriage, and just before Adrian’s birth, Anna and Nathan immigrated to Australia, a country still in the throws of inventing a past yet to come. Unfortunately, barely putting their feet on its shore they fell foul of the authorities. Before long they had become petty criminals, constantly squabbling with each other as they hid with equal consistency from prosecution. One of their hideaways, little more than a shack, was where Adrian grew into his early childhood. Set in Northern Australia, the boy’s playground had dashes of rain forests and wide, white-sand beaches. Sparse and beautiful.
Reflecting the worldly chaos surrounding his birth Adrian’s upbringing was riddled with drama. When his parents were not blaming each other for their troubles, or when they were not eluding the law, each tried to enlist their son against the other. Caught in this marital spring that ran dry as often as flush, Adrian hid in his imagination, unaware he was a poet in the making. However, true to many of this persuasion, even as a child an air of melancholy settled around him. It was tinged with flashes of rebellious babble also characteristic of the whimsically shy who become so through loneliness.
It has been wonderfully said, by an author whose name I have forgotten, that poetry is language talking to itself. If this is true then daydreaming is the gallery where this conversation takes place. Echoes wandering around this mental space marvel as they turn into images or melt into words. Being a lonely child Adrian’s imagination was a gallery so full with echoes there was little room for rationality to use its broom of order. Unknowingly fulfilling this observation about poetry’s love of self-conversation Adrian could often be found chortling away to himself. To help him with this mirror talking he had many imaginary friends who joyously awaited his every utterance.
One day, he was standing on a cliff looking at the sea far below, its sharp tipped waves gnashing like demented teeth, eager to chew the delicious blue of the sky and swallow it whole. On this occasion they were to go hungry because the sea remained steely-grey. From a distance behind the boy came the noise of his parents’ arguing. This sound, joining with the sight through his eyes, made him imagine that the sea was angry at being alone; a friendless creature crying out for company and peace. He decided that he and two of his friends would rescue the ocean from its torment and tempest. Madam Sea needs some friends, he said to Mr. Sun and Mr. Wind, who happened to be in the sky over his head. If you like you can play tug-a-war with her. I’ll sing the mighty sea song so you’ll have something to tug along with.
When you sing the mighty sea song to the sea,
You must sing loud, and you must sing free,
You must sing up, and you must sing down,
So the waves will know when not to frown.
Oh, Oh, The Mighty Sea! Oh, Oh, The Mighty Sea!
When the mighty sea hears you sing her song,
She will calm down, and she will drift along,
She will change to blue, and she will twinkle bright,
And the sky and stars will get a horrible fright.
Oh, Oh, The Mighty Sea! Oh, Oh, The Mighty Sea!
When the sea became calm and friendly Adrian did a little jig, hopping about in a circle. What do you think of that, Mr. Tree? he giggled at a wrinkled palm. The tree, its arms flopped by its side, was precariously perched on the edge of the cliff, undecided whether to end it all or hang on and see what tomorrow would bring. Not waiting for a reply the boy ran toward the house to let his parents know he had a new friend called Madam Sea, and that he was going to be a singer when he grew up.
Dismissing the child’s exploits and predictions as nonsense, Nathan ordered him to go back outside. And keep away from that cliff, it’s dangerous! Adrian hung his head and left the room. Joining the child as he tramped away his mother walked him back to the edge of the cliff. Out of earshot of her husband she began to plead with her son to help persuade Nathan to leave the mountain. You’ll have more friends in the town, she suggested as they stood on the cliff and stared down at the sea. Adrian’s reply was always the same. I