Ok I’ll stop.
I wanna get a book out.
It was actually my Mauritian parents in law’s idea.
They like me talking.
They don’t think me some horrible upstart.
They like my poetry.
I like the poetry of their stories and conversations.
Marie is an astonishing cook, who’s cooked for the masses all over the place since a young child at the end of a brutal day.
Marc is the smartest guy I’ve ever met.
They would like this:
It’s really for people of the 3rd World I write this book.
And I don’t mean that in an exclusive way.
There are plenty in so called 1st World countries.
Those who’ve been around the block.
Like my mother I wrote a note about to the wonderful female cabaret performer Geraldine Quinn today:
Dear Geraldine,
I don’t know whether you’re interested and whether you know the cabaret artist Meow Meow?
But my mother (my hero) was her drama teacher/director at Firbank Grammar in Brighton.
Melissa used to come to dinner at our house, back in the day when it was legal for students to do so.
Mum (Maureen) did amateur drama in Tatura, (proper Country) after losing her singing career to polio. On the back of her amateur acting, which she always did to a brilliant degree, she was offered the role of Desdemona in Othello with the Melbourne Theatre Company.
Unfortunately, as a single mother of 3 in the early 60s (when there was no social welfare for single mothers) having survived a criminally abusive marriage, she couldn’t do it.
So she poured her energy into the next generation.
Performing Australian Premieres of a Botswanan political play about South Africa during the height of apartheid at her conservative Brighton Grammar School etc.
(Plus an Australian premiere of an Indonesian political play during the Suharto years)…
So, few people get the credit they deserve…
Blessings,
Malachi xx
Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.
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