THE MALONEY SCRAPBOOK

  STUDYING THE CLIENTELE (Written by Warren Maloney - March 1978)   The café is open; the first stragglers, tiredly blaze Walk in with an air: The sameness of this – our present schedule.   The weekend was fun – Yes, really a maze. It was fabulous – rather dull – or perhaps cool, Say some of the crowd.   Now, this is middle-week though: and what a bore, Swotting – some frantically, others stolidly – but more And more concentrating – for the end of the term, I must win – or go around the bend – Say some of the crowd.   An hour or two later – the earnest types pass by, Rather nice and polite – their minds far away, The girls rather sweet: the boys so, so hungry, Relaxation or meditation: one must keep things at bey – Say more of the crowd.   Some bustlers and hustlers mingle with the meek, The near natural girl, with the modern outlook – her hair neat and fashioned, And the really nice kid, with his hand in his ...

  MISSING without LEAVE (Written July 1977 by Warren Maloney) Her twilight eyes spoke to me Over the echoing stillness Of a driftwood room And reflected the gloom Of the empty tomb Where my thoughts would wander In search of some place to rest.   She went home and left me To walk through my memory To finally find A shattered mind One step behind A dream that was changing The worst to show the best.   I watched the moon fading Into an electric sunrise I felt the shock Of the trembling clock That I know I could not stop With the press of a button And return to my dreaming.   I could not find her My visions danced and tumbled A soldier fighting An eagle gliding A finger writing I finally woke again And lived another day.

  ODE TO A PEN (written 31 st May 1977 by Warren Maloney – on being away from Karen)   I sit by a window A large 6 pained window And look at the cerise drapes Inhibiting the factories Of Launceston.   I sit and I wonder Why it is 2 months Since I last wrote   Is it dis-orientation? Or exhaustion Or boredom I don’t know   So, I start And write to the one person I really love and need And hope she understands   Somehow when writing I feel better and I can love.

  A SOURCE OF MY KNOWLEDGE (Written by Warren Maloney – June 1969)   Love is the desire to understand my Woman, Her breasts are a rapport for that knowledge.               Her breasts reflect not her sex,             Not the mammary instincts to feed,             To provide her test of Motherhood,             No, they are her Stage, reflecting             Her emotions, her desires, her concealed             Ardent will to please another.               Their lives change with the advancing             Cries o...

  “ What sort of a day have you two had? ” (Written by Warren Maloney – January 2017)   We made two serious mistakes on our Wedding Day.   The first mistake was neglecting to eat until we sat down for our dinner for two that night. Of course, not eating would have not been a major problem, I suppose, if we hadn’t encouraged the celebratory drinking during that day of high adrenalin and happiness.   We had always wanted to be totally in control, totally responsible for our Wedding Day. Yes, we were young – 21 and 20 years! Yes, we had no wide experience of life, nor much money, nor a willingness to compromise.   Indeed, the lack of compromise was reflected in our choice of celebrant.     In March 1970, we had wanted to be married at Newman Chapel [1] by one of our University friends, the Franciscan priest, Fr. John Hanrahan. But this was the time of the reactionary Papal Encyclical on the Pill (a Mortal sin if you chose this evil form of co...

  AN UNCOMPLICATED MAN (Eulogy for Raymond Warren Maloney (1913-2001) written and delivered at his funeral by Warren Maloney on Friday, 27 th July 2001) [1]   As I sat here, I thought how Dad would not have wanted any of you to have “ put yourself out ”. “ There is no need for a big stink ”, he would say.   But how thrilled he would be to see everyone – from his family including Kyahl and Karen and Barry, and Kikki and Joan and Viva, Deane, Tom, Wayne, Glen, Stacey and of course Mandy.   Dad laughed time and time again as he told the story of the natural Mandy who during the wake at home after Mum’s funeral decided she needed a shower and simply did just that – oblivious to any other need anyone may have for the bathroom.   Thank you for being here for him and for us. We would love to spend time with each of you afterwards in the tearoom so that we can hug each of you.   Our Dad, our brother and brother-in-law, our grandfather and great-g...