I lived from 1913-1955.
I was from Australia, and am in the Oceania category.
Rex Ingamells was a poet and the founder of the Jindyworobak movement. He was born in Ororoo, South Australia. He gained his education at the University of Adelaide, prior to becoming a high school teacher. He also worked as a journalist and publisher’s representative. In 1951 he lectured in Australian Literature at the Melbourne Technical College.
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Ingamells wrote his prose manifesto ‘Conditional Culture’ (1938), and founded the Jindyworobak movement in that year, in response to L.F. Giblin’s urging that poets in Australia should portray Australian nature and people as they are in Australia, not with the ‘European’ gaze, an article in the Age concerning Australian Literature (February 16, 1935) by G.H. Cowling, and The Foundations of Culture in Australia by P.R. Stephenson. Ingamells was named as a judge of the Commonwealth Jubilee Literary competition in 1951.
Ingamells is the recipient of the 1945 Grace Levin Prize for Poetry.
Rex Ingamell's work includes:
Gum Tops (1935; foreword by L.F. Giblin)
Forgotten People (1936)
‘Conditional Culture’ (1938; essay. Republished in The Writer in Australia, edited by John Barnes, 1968)
Sun-Freedom (1938)
Memory of Hills (1940)
At A Boundary (1941)
Content Are the Quiet Ranges (1943)
New Songs in An Old Land: Australian Verse (1943; anthology, editor)
The Great South Land (1945)
Of Us Now Living (1952; novel)
Ingamells died from a road accident in 1955.
My poetry
A thousand, thousand camp fires every night,
in ages gone, would twinkle to the dark
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This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped,
was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped
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Macquarie Harbour jailers lock
the sullen gates no more.....
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Glint of gumtrees in the dawn,
so million coloured: bush wind-borne
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Stay, ship from Thames with fettered sails
in Sydney Cove, this ebb of tide;
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The noon is on the cattle-track;
the air is void of sound,
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Look for an iron soul to bear the piled
anathema of time, to take, without
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