My Photo
Blog powered by Typepad
Member since 02/2006

« Peter O’Neill has lost the support of his caucus, says Kua | Main | Writers take up your pens. Crocodile Prize roars back to life »

27 March 2019

Comments

Feed You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.

Simon Davidson

Darren - Great poem highlighting the plight of miners. Keep writing. Open my eyes to see how a real miner sees life.

Philip Kai Morre

Excellent poem that expresses the inner self and meiotic process of a underground miner.

The way I analyse, miners are integral part of the mining industry and they should get a just wage with proper working conditions.

Miners are not slaves and they are guided by human rights to express their rights to visit their families, rights to freedom, rights to go to church services on Sunday rather than working, and the list goes on.

Companies must know that human beings are priceless and worth more than the profit you can make.

I refer to underground miners as Plato's allegory of the caves, where miners are tired to a chain struggling to see sun light. They could only see their own shadows, not real self, a struggle between slavery and freedom.

Bernard Corden

Dear Phil,

And you remarked I was showing my age quoting Pink Floyd lyrics. Tennessee Ernie Ford is almost as old as Hank.

Another worth listening to is an album by Matt Andersen entitled Coal Miner Blues.

Darren Talyaga

Thankyou Phil, seems like a catchy tune by the lyrics,, I'll see if I can find it on the web somewhere. Thanks for your positive comments.

Darren Talyaga

hi Topapu Paulus
Thankyou and yes I did work a while with Martin Tinabar (Geologist), a great collegue. Sure we do share the same sentiments and a mine industry lifestyle which our families members cope too as well - a big credit to all our family members who bear us being away, same as we do.

Darren Talyaga

Daniel Kumbon and Joe Herman, greatly appreciate your feedback and your references. Daniel, if you can, please do share on Facebook, as part of your many stories. Thanks again

Joe Herman

Excellent piece Darren. Your Dad recorded and published a lot of work on the cultural aspects in Enga. Some of his early recording was among the Sikira tribe. Keep writing.

Daniel Kumbon

Hi Darren, good piece. Your late dad, Kundapen, was a published writer. I republished one of his articles ‘Should We Revive Initiation Rites in Enga Society?’ in my book ‘Can’t Sleep’.

The book is a collection of poems, first impression pieces, essays and satire by Engans and non Engans living in the province.

It’s good to see a family member take up the pen.

Your dad worked for the Porgera Joint Venture as public affairs director when the mine started operations.

Philip Fitzpatrick

There is a very long worldwide tradition of literature published by miners or related to mining.

It's very interesting that we now see the first example from PNG - and very well written it is.

Mining has also been the subject of much music. One of the most popular songs back in the 1950-60s was by American singer Tennessee Ernie Ford. You might appreciate it Darren.

Sixteen Tons (Tennessee Ernie Ford)

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Can't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you, then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

Songwriters: Merle Travis
Sixteen Tons lyrics © O/B/O Apra Amcos

Bernard Corden

"Society cares for the individual only so far as he is profitable" - Simone de Beauvoir

ToPapu Paulus

Darren, I love this. Reading it and thinking about my father, Martin Tinabar.
The sacrifice he goes through. Being away from his family. The only time we get to spend time with him is when he comes for his field breaks.

He missed out on most our celebrations like birthdays, graduation and other achievements in life. But we understand what he does.

Verify your Comment

Previewing your Comment

This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.

Working...
Your comment could not be posted. Error type:
Your comment has been saved. Comments are moderated and will not appear until approved by the author. Post another comment

The letters and numbers you entered did not match the image. Please try again.

As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.

Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.

Working...

Post a comment

Comments are moderated, and will not appear until the author has approved them.

Your Information

(Name and email address are required. Email address will not be displayed with the comment.)