This clip starts approximately 23 minutes into the documentary.
Two figures walk towards the camera from a distance, under a canopy of trees. We see pictures of the outside of Taree High School, and hear author Bob Ellis in voice-over, quoting his long-time friend, poet Les Murray, as they stroll the outdoor corridors of the school.
Bob Ellis 'When I was a boy’, Les used to say, 'we were so poor we could scarce afford a roof to our mouth’. His next place of memory was not so sacred for him – more like profane. A place of unfinished business and unlaid ghosts that reached out for him over 35 years and grabbed him by the throat and shook him.
The two men stand in the schoolyard. At one stage in the conversation we see a picture of a young Murray in a military-style school uniform.
Bob I don’t like this, Murray. This is imprisonment. This is hard times.
Les It was a bit, yeah. This is Taree High School. It was, uh, the only school I ever disliked. Other little schools I went to were in my culture, I s’pose, country people, and I don’t remember any harassment or bullying there at all. But uh, came here and got off on the wrong foot somehow. I um, oh, I was a nerd or I was socially inept or ah, or something. And uh, so I was always ridiculous and uh, always called by nickname. No sentence addressed to me, um, ah, would-could fail to contain a reference to fat. But uh, I learned a couple of things. I learned that the heart of harassment is sexual; it’s designed to castrate you.
Bob Oh! mmhmm ok – go on, yeah.
Les You see, if you get it from your own sex, you can overcome it – you can fight ‘em or something. But if it’s from the other sex, you can’t do a thing.
Bob It’s unanswerable.
Les It’s unanswerable. And every day you’re going to be ridiculed in that department.
Bob You said in your book The Black Dog that they would – some girls would pretend to be friends with you and then run away and giggle and shriek with laughter.
Les Shriek with laughter. There’d be sort of heavy, uh, comings-on to me and then they’d run away shrieking with laughter. I learned a lot of things. Like, I would never go to a demonstration because at every demonstration, I can hear the sounds of this quadrangle.
Bob So any organised cat-calling is bad?
Les Yeah. Yeah. Ah, nothing that a mob does is clean. Any mob. What I really did, I s’pose, was to make a new body for myself out of poetry, a body of work. Since my, uh – the flesh body was unacceptable to womankind, I would make myself a perpetual body of poetry.
Bob But in 1988, you ran into…
Les ...one kid, and she used one of the, ah, terms…
Bob …nicknames.
Les One of the nicknames, yeah. And I just came apart. I started falling apart immediately. Ah, you know, crying, driving, and cigars gave me up, which was a- a benefit. And then I had uh, the sort of, uh, phantom heart attacks, which were really just panic attacks, and I slowly started to use the weapon of poetry to try and analyse it and dig out what was in my uh – what was sort of crosswires in my head and what was kind of making me crazy. And I finally got it. It was particularly in a poem called uh, 'Burning Want’.