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

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And in this rather aptly named “Psychopathic Lyres”, Brady had this to say about the<br />

function of poetry:<br />

In the magical mirror of poesy, humanity will continue to behold, not a<br />

caricature of life, but a reflection of the truth that within it lies. Nature is<br />

impersonal. Beauty was born in the consciousness of man by the action of<br />

light on the retina of the eye. It was a child of impression wedded to<br />

expression at the dawn of progress. 1<br />

This is not far from Lindsay’s dictum in Creative Effort, that life can only be lived to<br />

the fullest through creative achievement. 2<br />

185<br />

From literary associations ranging from Ernest Blackwell of The Centennial<br />

Magazine in 1890 through an interesting and productive period of Australian<br />

literature at the end of the last century [19 th ] and extending over the first half of this<br />

[20 th ], Brady was on familiar terms with many, if not most, of the main literary<br />

figures. Writing in 1949, W.E. FitzHenry of The Bulletin stated that for years he had<br />

urged Roderic Quinn to set down his reminiscences. He dismissed the books of Jose<br />

and Taylor as not covering the period effectively and regretted that Quinn, Boomfield<br />

or Stephens had not left a complete record. He concluded: “Only Ted Brady could do<br />

it now.” 3 But Ted Brady did not do it in the consistent manner needed. He left many<br />

bits and pieces of reminiscence; added to those extant from other sources they help to<br />

fill in our views of the period. One regrets that Brady’s oral recollections could not<br />

have been taped, for the story of those sixty years would have been very valuable.<br />

In his history of the Labor Party, Brady wrote:<br />

There is patriotic work for the Australian intellectual to do in pointing<br />

Australia towards true democracy. They have the genius – let them cultivate<br />

the will. There is no finer form of service, no mission of life more important,<br />

no quest nobler, no better task for any man or woman in whose mind had been<br />

reflected the light, however bright or dim, that Light of Inspiration which is<br />

truly the “gift of God”.<br />

To apply that gift not for the expression of oneself alone, but for the benefit of<br />

all – is not that the purpose and the meaning of its bestowal? Not only may<br />

men use the stepping-stones of self denial to higher artistic production. It is<br />

for the Intellectuals to guide the masses to a fuller appreciation of Beauty and<br />

Goodness. Art, Literature, and Poetry are a common heritage. The sense of<br />

beauty is a faculty active in some but present, dormant, in thousands for lack<br />

of cultivation or need to opportunity. 3<br />

In his own work and in his relationships with others of similar pursuits, Brady<br />

endeavoured to attain this goal. He worked “to divest social form of unreality, to<br />

remove the dark cloak of dissimulation from Truth’s forever beautiful body, and assist<br />

her to stand naked and unashamed before the altar of life.” 4 His own working towards<br />

this goal, which he advised young poets to accept as their own, were not always<br />

direct; they suffered from a general imprecision of method and judgment, but they<br />

were always sincere and aimed ultimately at what he regarded as a better way of life<br />

for all. Society might not appreciated what he was trying to do, but he saw his<br />

obligations still as very real.<br />

1 Focus, February 1947, p.11.<br />

2 N. Lindsay, Creative Effort (London, 1924).<br />

3 “The Intelligentsia”, The Red Objective.<br />

4 Foreword to E. Harrington, Boundary Bend (Melbourne, 1936), p.7.

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