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02/24/2007: "Banjima Man"
out there in the bush
I am emperor;
the bush is me
I have done my research, Parishioners,
and discovered that I Am Banjima Man!
Bandjima
Paanjima
Pandjima
Pand'ima
Panjima
Panjtjima
Panyjima
Panytyima
and I would tell you that in that language
if I could find anyone alive to teach me.
I would also tell you in the Secret Sign Language
that we use during "special periods" such as mourning.
In fact, I would much rather learn the Secret Sign Language
than the other one
so that we could "talk"
in secret...
BUT
Im thankan,
the white fella, he don't know,
and the neighbouring blackfellas can't understand,
and since we are the Only Lving People with either skills in- or knowledge of this language,
it's probably OK just to say it out loud.
I Am Banjima Man!
I would cry
and take a great triumphant gulp of my beer!
Yes, Banjima Man!
I would think to myself
(probably in english)
as the cool beer ran down my throat
and drew away
some of the pain from my broken heart...
I am the *last* Banjima Man...
I would silently admit
and watch the cool soothing foam
run to the bottom of my glass...
Yet I would hold my head high -
as high as even Senator Neville Bonner!
for I know the struggles My Mob have seen.
The Struggle
is never over
I shall continue.

more Banjima Man below
If all else fails,
I'z gwan eatcha!
Though the prima facie evidence of the practice of cannibalism is very meager, and any information concerning particulars is but charily given by the aboriginals, there is no doubt that this custom, though gradually becoming more and more obsolete, certainly does take place.
This is My Country
Most of my mob live over with this other Mob
Here is a
clickable map
Here is a more helpful clickable map with placenames

There are more than 200 Australian Indigenous languages. Less than 20 languages are strong, and even these are endangered. Dench (1986 p.c.) says there are about 50 speakers of Banjima.
An annotated bibliography and guide to the indigenous languages of part of Western Australia
Today many, if not most, non-Aboriginal Australians are still ignorant about Aboriginal English. In many subtle ways Aboriginal English is a powerful vehicle for the expression of Aboriginal identity.
Most of the language work done in this geographical area has been conducted in the past thirty years
Resources on The Luvverly Interwebs - but no Banjima...
Banjima Tower
Banjima Cemetary
These paintings depict totemic inhabitants of the Australian landscape in the 'dreamtime'.
Some very, very old online books available here
Here's an interesting book about my Pilbara brothers & sisters
Marriage Laws
As we have seen before, the marriage laws are very strict, and are by tribe as follows:-
1. BANAKA marries BOORONG.
Their children are PALJARRI.
2. PALJARRI marries KYMERA.
Their children are BANAKA.
3. BOORONG marries BANAKA.
Their children are KYMERA.
4. KYMERA marries PALJARRI.
Their children are BOORONG.
It has been said elsewhere that the physical features of Western Australia resemble, in many respects, those of the Holy Land.
BUT
It is scarcely necessary that I should disclaim any intention of identifying my aboriginal friends with the Lost Tribes!
I have often heard it averred that the natives are utterly wanting in a sense of humour
but here's a joke!
The Panytyima Language is nearly extinct
Wangka Maya Pilbara Aboriginal Language Centre
Wangka Maya means "Language Place" in Western Desert Languages.
Deadly Sounds from my brothers & sisters
This has particularly touched me:
During my convalescence I have been listening to a reading of Someone Else's Country on RN's The Book Show.
The audio may be found here - but be quick - I think it disappears...
'Wurrung (crow)! You my Wurrung-boy!'
On a remote cattle station a small boy begins a profound journey into an Australia few whitefellas know. The Country inside our Country. And outside and all around at the same time. Aboriginal Australia.
With Someone Else's Country Peter Docker tells a remarkable, gripping story - devastating real, painful and deeply moving, yet also joyful, intensely compassionate and absolutely hilarious. And ultimately, this is a journey into another place - a genuine meeting ground for Black and White Australia, a place built on deep personal engagement and understanding.
Someone Else's Country is a journey we feel privileged to share.
Blessings Iidren
lerevdr on Sat 24-Feb-2007 @ 16:59 e.s.t [permalink]
[2 Comments]
Replies: 2 Comments
On Tuesday, February 27th, at 09:35 e.s.t, D. McLeod said:
Hey there young fella. betcha thought i was dead, dincha? well, i'm not. but what i am is, i'm still bleedin' ANGRY. REALLY, REALLY, ANGRY. and, oh, the things i've seen. ya just don't know stuff 'til you've sat with yer back to a desert oak, ya ute in it up to the windows, three days since ya water ran out, dingoes lickin' yer toes in anticipation, the sun blazing down on sienna spinifex. or was it yellow ochre? well, bugger that, i've talked too much. now i gotta get to carving this here stick.
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On Wednesday, February 28th, at 16:02 e.s.t, Le Rev Dr said:
Uncle D - fuck me - quelle shock!
We have already sung the songs & thrown the dirt - you have been *dead* for Some Time Now - noone could find you!
Get thee to a post office or something - Please let our Mob know you're OK!
Bless you, my Brother!
PS: it was pretty funny about the ute, eh?
Maintain the Rage!
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