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Samuel Wagan Watson

Smoke Signals

Smoke Signals

Smoke Signals

I remember construction cranes like herds of frozen praying-mantis, high on the steamy Bjelke-Petersen plateau above a brown snake-coiled river. It was from this view, at the age of 4, that I learnt to read the columns of Brisbane city. And from this view, I came to recognise the segregation of Smoke. Black smoke darkened the blue-collar suburbs, covering the workers in burnt-rubber cologne. Black smoke was saved for industrial accidents, or when a lower-income family had their fibro-lined house smothered in winter flames. But white smoke; white smoke plumed from chez-nouveau, white-collar fire places. White smoke belonged to European engines with a smooth choke. White smoke stayed behind the construction cranes where I imagined a life that would never depreciate. A place where little children weren’t scared of the dark. Beyond the white smoke was where I thought I would discover the Lucky Country . . .

High-rises dictate
A crow punctuates the sky
Clouds await error . . .
Samuel Wagan Watson

Samuel Wagan Watson

(Australië, 1972)

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Smoke Signals

I remember construction cranes like herds of frozen praying-mantis, high on the steamy Bjelke-Petersen plateau above a brown snake-coiled river. It was from this view, at the age of 4, that I learnt to read the columns of Brisbane city. And from this view, I came to recognise the segregation of Smoke. Black smoke darkened the blue-collar suburbs, covering the workers in burnt-rubber cologne. Black smoke was saved for industrial accidents, or when a lower-income family had their fibro-lined house smothered in winter flames. But white smoke; white smoke plumed from chez-nouveau, white-collar fire places. White smoke belonged to European engines with a smooth choke. White smoke stayed behind the construction cranes where I imagined a life that would never depreciate. A place where little children weren’t scared of the dark. Beyond the white smoke was where I thought I would discover the Lucky Country . . .

High-rises dictate
A crow punctuates the sky
Clouds await error . . .

Smoke Signals

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