Young Guns

What is it about Boys and Guns?

So much pleasure from the finding of sticks that look and feel like guns. They scramble the dunes looking for the best bits of driftwood to make the most perfect revolver. The wood is metal grey, worn smooth by salt and sun. The wanted pistol moulds into the hand, with a snug trigger, a round muzzle and angled grip. In the end they have an arsenal lined up against a sandy coloured rottnest wall. Sorted into piles of mine and yours. Perhaps they could buy a bag from the store to carry them home in. Small hand guns, bigger rifles, bazookas, rocket launches.

At five in the morning two boys leave the chalet through their bedroom window to go back down onto the dunes to look for more weapons. Get an advantage on the enemy. The sand is night-cool on their feet. Shiny black King Skinks scuttle through the undergrowth. Parents have midnighted their room with the heavy curtains drawn tight. When the small boys get up the older two will have an advantage. Better guns.

ps Check out the stick guns

4 Replies to “Young Guns”

  1. I wonder if it is acting out the excitement of what a gun can do? The person getting shot always created a beautiful line of action in the movies in the held anticipation preceding the fall. To mimic a moment of beauty like the lines of a dancer. Or if it is the sculptural shape that sits well in the hand? Afterall a gun can be ergonomic and beautiful as an object of sculpture. But that is all tangled up in the way it is used. Dangerous beauty.


  2. I walk up Mount Ainslie in Canberra every morning but, until seeing that photograph, I’d never noticed that my path is littered with potential guns.


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