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  • 49.
    Jack Brabham


    Part 1:

    I was never that interested in car racing, racing teams, Formula One world championship driving and drivers; indeed, sports in general after my teens took a distant place in my interest inventory. In addition, I have always had a low mechanical interest and aptitude. I never did well in basic woodwork and metalwork, what we used to call “shop” in high school, and I had little interest in cars and mechanics, in motorcycles and, indeed, anything, any gadget or appliance with a lot of parts. If any of these things needed fixing it was off to the repair man. In my second marriage, my wife had a high mechanical aptitude and interest. She took care of all the stuff that needed fixing. I did not marry my wife for her skills in this area, but marriage to my second wife, a Tasmanian, has proved useful on many fronts, fronts I knew little about when we married some 40 years ago.

    So it was that, in many ways, Jack Brabham was not a likely candidate for my poetic package of interests as they have evolved in the last 20 years: 1994 to 2014. Some five years ago, though, I watched with interest a brief life-story of Jack Brabham.(1) I won't give you all the details of his life-narrative, just a few highlights.

    Brabham enlisted in the RAAF the year I was born,1944. He was then 18. In 1959, the year I joined the Bahá'í Faith, Brabham won the World Championship in car racing, after winning the Monaco Grand
    Prix. Fifty-five years ago, as I update this original comment on Brabham, then, this racing legend cemented his name in motorsport history by becoming the first Australian to be crowned Formula One world champion. In 1962, the first year of my own travelling-pioneering away from my home town in Ontario, Brabham drove for his own team, the Brabham Racing Organization. More than 50 years later I am still travelling but, for the most part, it is now mainly in my head, in my literary life.

    Part 2:

    The 1966 Jack earned a further place in motorsport history by becoming the first, and so far the only, driver to secure the F1 championship in a car of his own creation. It was a feat unlikely to be repeated. I graduated from McMaster university that year in May in sociology and for ten weeks that summer I sold ice-cream for the Good Humour Company at 80+ hours per week. On average new employees with this famous ice-cream company lasted only two to three weeks because of the long hours. Good Humor became unprofitable beginning in 1968 and by then I was teaching primary school among the Inuit on Baffin Island. -Ron Price with thanks to (1) ABC1, “Australian Story, ” 8: 00-8: 30 p.m.,17 August 2009 and updated to 19/5/'14.

    You were only a name on
    the very periphery of my
    life back then the 1960s,
    Jack, along with Stirling
    Moss & the many Grand
    Prix racing-men around
    the world. I had my hands
    full with just getting through
    my days: my studies, my psycho-
    emotional life, the embryo of
    my career, my new religion- I
    was simply too busy, Jack, to
    include you in my constellation
    of interests. You’ve become an
    Aussie hero, Jack, goodonyer.

    There will be millions now who
    will have their emotions stirred
    on hearing of your passing, Jack.

    I wish you well as you race on
    to another world where, who knows,
    you may have some new formula
    to keep you busy speeding through
    the immensity of space as you
    create your own vehicle for the
    journey ahead, Jack: goodonyer.

    Ron Price
    17/9/'09 to 19/5/'14. read more »

  • 50.
    A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London

    Never until the mankind making
    Bird beast and flower
    Fathering and all humbling darkness
    Tells with silence the last light breaking read more »

  • 51.
    Duino Elegies: The First Elegy

    Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
    hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
    pressed me against his heart, I would perish
    in the embrace of his stronger existence. read more »

  • 52.
    Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed

    Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
    Until I labor, I in labor lie.
    The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
    Is tired with standing though he never fight. read more »

  • 53.
    ** WORDS **

    mere words,
    Mind’s birds.
    Alpha to omega, read more »

  • 54.
    Elegy I

    Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'
    hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
    pressed me against his heart, I would perish
    in the embrace of his stronger existence. read more »

  • 55.
    Duino Elegies: The Fourth Elegy

    O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes?
    We are not of one mind. Are not like birds
    in unison migrating. And overtaken,
    overdue, we thrust ourselves into the wind read more »

  • 56.
    A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General

    "His Grace! impossible! what, dead!
    Of old age too, and in his bed!
    And could that mighty warrior fall,
    And so inglorious, after all? read more »

  • 57.
    Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy

    That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
    I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
    That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
    to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string! read more »

  • 58.
    Elegy X: The Dream

    Image of her whom I love, more than she,
    Whose fair impression in my faithful heart
    Makes me her medal, and makes her love me,
    As Kings do coins, to which their stamps impart read more »

  • 59.
    Elegy IX: The Autumnal

    No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
    As I have seen in one autumnal face.
    Young beauties force our love, and that's a rape,
    This doth but counsel, yet you cannot scape. read more »

  • 60.
    Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady

    What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade
    Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
    'Tis she!--but why that bleeding bosom gor'd,
    Why dimly gleams the visionary sword? read more »

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