genres: memoir, Australian culture
Bryan Clark is a retired journalist now living near Alice Springs with his two blue heeler dogs, Bluey and Cheeky, plus his thoroughbred gelding, Sammy, who is approximately 12 years old.
In his earlier life, Bryan worked in the fields of radio broadcasting, worked as a ringer (stockman) on cattle stations, suffered life on the track as a drover, writing books and creating poetry, cartooning, an art-craft enthusiast and teacher, an advertising representative, a lecturer in Aboriginal music (the didjeridu in particular) with education departments, a probation and parole officer, and as an editor-manager of two rural newspapers in the north-west of Western Australia, the Northern Times and The Gascoyne Telegraph.
He has published four books:
Yammatji - an Aboriginal oral history
In The Wake of HMAS Sydney II - a naval history
Poems of Central Australia
Cartoons and Yarns of the Outback.
He is the Northern Territory editor of the well known Outback magazine, published internationally online by The Australia Times.
On his wonky computer, he has another book being prepared for publication: Journey into Dreamtime, an autobiography based on diaries kept while working among tribal Aborigines in south-western Arnhem Land in the early 1970s where he personally experienced the man-making ceremonies, the Kunapippi and Yabuduruwa; he emerged with a tribal name, Mullu-gararrnga, plus bouts of malnutrition and hepatitis B.
For 16 years Bryan was happily married to the American-born poet, Delores, who unfortunately passed away after unsuccessful heart surgery in 1992.
Bryan created and maintained the highly successful internet magazine called Voices of the Outback which scored in excess of 30,000 readers scattered all around the planet, from outlandish places such as Bhutan, Siberia, and even Tasmania!
Nowadays, Bryan lives 'a monkish existence' on his rural property in the beautiful Ilparpa Ranges, roughly 13 kilometres south-west of Alice Springs, in Central Australia.
Having survived over seventy years of life in this land, I have at various times stood with my back to Australia – at Seaford, Scarborough, Townsville and Darwin – and in each place I have felt the bulk of the country behind me like the hand of a protective parent: huge, ancient, wild and inhospitable. I have wandered, I have loitered and I have played ... and so I came to Alice Springs...