"I have seen currawongs come together in great restive gatherings, a score of them or more, babbling in their garbled language, yapping and arguing, talking over the top of each other. How is it that such sounds well up in them? How do they push these songs through their throats? And what is it that they’re saying?"

I am lucky to live in the midst of a forest full of birds. Among other curiosities, I find myself pondering what we I can learn from their strange languages.

In A Train Carriage, Going Nowhere (28: My Birds)

Welcome to Launcestoniana! 

For this pilot episode we have a story by Bert Spinks, comedic musings from Andy Collings, reflections by Kiran Alderson, a poem by Angus King and Emily Sanzaro’s original song.

"Even the crossing lights lack a heartbeat here
And I ponder
If I were to linger for too long
Would the city attempt
To swallow me whole"

Episode 1 - Welcome to Launcestoniana

We're back with a second installment! 

Episode 2 features poetry from Brielle Quigley, Angus King and Lucienta Wren-Reid, plus musings from Ingrid Reynolds and Kiran Alderson.

"Do you remember when we kissed 
On that ugly street corner at 2AM
And it wasn't the right timing then
So we drank 
Until our eyes twisted
The town clock's arms 
Into submission"

Launcestoniana - Episode 2

I'm a storyteller, writer and bushwalking guide from Tasmania.

In A Train Carriage, Going Nowhere (28: My Birds)

Bert Spinks

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