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A CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY OF EDWIN JAMES BRADY - Mallacoota ...

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102<br />

Considering the fact that many of Brady’s verses have elements of his own experience<br />

obvious within them – place names, actual events of his boyhood and youth, his<br />

journalistic experiences and emotional crises (for example the disappointments of his<br />

early marriages), his travels to Malaya and Queensland particularly, as well as his<br />

settling at <strong>Mallacoota</strong>, it is surprising to find so little trace of war. A trip along the<br />

western road to Bathurst evokes nostalgic recollections of boyhood and yet goes<br />

beyond this to arouse thoughts in him of previous travellers, of bearded diggers, of<br />

Macquarie, his wife and “warlike guard and retinue”. In his imagination he hears “the<br />

clank of iron chains” of the convict gangs who “With sneering lips and leering eyes –<br />

gray ghosts of buried crime” build a way for new and more honest feet to tread. 1 Yet<br />

having lived through two major wars and several minor ones, exposed to casualty<br />

figures and ration books, war news and propaganda, there is almost no mention of<br />

way or any place where Brady acknowledges its existence except in The Arrow<br />

serials. “Call to Arms” is a rather stirring exception in verse, querying whether the<br />

contemporary generation can equal the men of the 1914-18 conflict in integrity and<br />

valour, to have the answer given: “By the old tradition, we will live – or die”; he<br />

receives assurance from it. 2 The only other instance of note is a poignant lyric<br />

regretting the burial of slain soldiers in foreign lands:<br />

And, when returning Springtimes hold<br />

A captive bush in chains of gold;<br />

When, droning in the crested trees,<br />

One hears the working song of bees,<br />

And, rose and amethyst, the Morn<br />

On dewy wings is hillward borne,<br />

I would that he might nearer lie<br />

Beneath his own Shoalhaven sky. 3<br />

True, a querulous poem, “Man” declaims against slavery in any form and deplores<br />

those times when a nation’s youth is doomed for slaughter, when “Hell’s bells<br />

insanely chime / A Devil’s Mass” and “Moloch’s fiery altars glow / With lethal<br />

steel”. 4 But it seems that a man with a social conscience so well-developed as<br />

Brady’s might have used his art in adding his plea for peace and his urgings against<br />

the follies of war.<br />

Brady’s verses often show many signs of needing further polish and refinement.<br />

However most of the manuscripts show a fair amount of change and alteration to<br />

individual words. rarely did he alter the basic rhythm – in fact, he made too much of<br />

it, bending and distorting the word-order to conform to the metre. When his forst<br />

book of verse appeared in 1899, a reviewer commented that “the trail of Stephens is<br />

conspicuous by its absence” but this was not strictly true. Stephens did assis Brady in<br />

many of the verses which went into The Bulletin, often querying individual words and<br />

particularly checking punctuation, which was not Brady’s strong point. A proof copy<br />

of the title poem from this first book is among Stephen’s collection of newscuttings of<br />

Brady’s verses. 5 Stephen’s comments are in the characteristic violet ink (“What’s a<br />

ketos?”) and Brady’s alterations appear in red in his usual neat writing. The final<br />

stanza, in which only one small change occurred, has not been reproduced.<br />

1 “The Western Road”, Bells and Hobbles.<br />

2 “Call to Arms (1940)”, The Bulletin, 28.8.1940<br />

3 “A Grave in France”, The Bulletin, 27.4.1922<br />

4 “Man”, Rhymes of Revolt manuscript.<br />

5 In the Mitchell Library.

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