Much of Lisa Bellear's poetry is politics made eloquent. In Aboriginal
Country many poems seem to spark with frustrated energy over Australia's
political crossed circuits regarding a treaty with our First Nations
peoples--as promised by Prime Minister Hawke in 1988. Reading the title
poem for the first time I was struck by its power. We are on Aboriginal
Country in Australia. With subtle barbs she wakes us as to how the
'ownership' (via naming 'rights') of Australian public lands and
monuments lauds absent white English royalty and 'intrepid god fearing
discoverers'. Yet in her closing lines the poet transforms this
potential for bitterness into a moment of hushed respect for country.
Jen Jewel Brown, Editor
I am one of many Australians who never met Lisa Bellear, yet was
shocked by her unexpected and tragic passing. These poems are her gift!
In this collection the poems resonate her warrior spirit, and the spirit
of Aboriginal Country, as was her wish. Ali Cobby Eckermann, Nunga poet
and writer