mini|rechts|Plakette mit der Widmung für den Sydney Writers Walk vom 13. Februar 1991 mini|rechts|Sydney Writers Walk am Museum of Contemporary Art mit der Sydney Harbour Bridge im Hintergrund. Der Sydney Writers Walk ist ein Fußweg am Circular Quay in Sydney, New South Wales, Australien, auf dem 60 kreisförmige Metalltafeln zu Ehren von Schriftstellern eingebettet sind.
Im Jahr 1991 wurden vom Kunstministerium des australischen Bundesstaates New South Wales auf einem Fußweg zwischen dem Kreuzfahrtterminal und dem Sydney Opera House 49 Metallplaketten angebracht, um das Leben und Werk bekannter australischer Schriftsteller, sowie namhafter ausländischer Autoren wie D. H. Lawrence, Joseph Conrad und Mark Twain, die in Australien lebten oder Australien besuchten, zu ehren. Auf jeder Plakette kann man Zitate aus einem bedeutenden Werk und einige biografische Informationen über den Schriftsteller lesen. Im Jahr 2011 wurde der Sydney Writers Walk erweitert und elf weitere Plaketten hinzugefügt.
Einige der biografischen Informationen auf den Metallplaketten sind nicht mehr aktuell. Es wurde bisher versäumt, bei zwischenzeitlich verstorbenen Schriftstellern das Sterbejahr auf der Plakette zu ergänzen.
Liste der geehrten Schriftsteller Mit einem Sternchen * gekennzeichnete Schriftsteller wurden 2011 hinzugefügt. PlaketteAutorLebensdatenZitatWerk100pxJessica Anderson * 1916–2010In ... Sydney I became conscious for the first time of the points of the compass, and felt for the first time the airs of three other climates, borne onto my skin by the three prevailing winds. Tirra Lirra by the River(1978)100pxThea Astley 1925–2004Queensland isn't the home of the tall yarn. It's where the tall yarn happens, acted out on a stage where, despite its vastness, the oddballs see and recognise each other across the no-miles and wave their understanding. Being a Queenslander(1976)100pxFaith Bandler 1918–2015The blueness of the sky folded into the sea and it was never-ending. It was always like this. Everything was eternal. The moons came and went and came again. The sun came every day. When the dark thick clouds which brought the rain covered the sun, there was no need to think about them, even to notice them, because the sun would come again. Wacvie(1977)100pxC.E.W. Bean 1879–1968Australia is a big blank map, and the whole people is constantly sitting over it like a committee, trying to work out the best way to fill it in.The Dreadnought of the Darling(1911)100pxChristopher Brennan 1870–1932...I know I am the wanderer of the ways of all the worlds, to whom the sunshine and the rain are one and one to stay or hasten, because he knows no ending of the way, no home, no goal... The Wanderer(1913)100pxPeter Carey 1943–... glass is a thing in disguise, an actor, is not solid at all, but a liquid, and while it is as frail as the ice on a Parramatta puddle, it is stronger under compression than Sydney sandstone ... it is invisible, solid, a joyous and paradoxical thing ... Oscar and Lucinda(1988)100pxMarcus Clarke * 1846–1881All the wealth in the world could not purchase the self-respect which had been cut out of him by the lash, or banish from his brain the memory of his degradation. For the Term of His Natural Life(1874)100pxManning Clark * 1915–1991The proposals for the use of a southern continent had a history almost as long though by no means so distinguished as the history of its discovery. Some saw it as land dedicated to the Holy Spirit; some saw it as a land fit only for the refuse of society. A History of Australia Volume 1(1962)100pxJoseph Conrad 1857–1924Sydney Harbour ... one of the finest, most beautiful, vast, and safe bays the sun had ever shone upon. Mirror of the Sea(1906)100pxPeter Corris 1942–2018The sun was going down as I stop-started along in the lane for drivers who didn't have the right money to pay the toll. The sky was clear and the water turned red-gold. The ferries and sailing ships seemed to be skating across a sheet of beaten bronze. Wet Graves(1981)100pxDymphna Cusack * 1902–1981Around them the jacaranda broke in a purplish shower, motionless, airy and unreal, as though all the bright morning was caught up in a fragile net of blossom. Jungerau(1936)100px Eleanor Dark 1901–1985Silence ruled this land. Out of silence mystery comes, and magic, and the delicate awareness of unreasoning things. The Timeless Land(1941)100pxCharles Darwin 1809–1882This is really a wonderful Colony; ancient Rome, in her Imperial grandeur, would not have been ashamed of such an offspring.Letter from Charles Darwin(1836)100pxC.J.Dennis 1876–1938It appened this way: I 'ad jist come down,After long years, to look at Sydney town.An' 'struth! Was I knocked endways? Fair su'prised?I never dreamed! That arch that cut the skies!The Bridge! ... I Dips Me Lid(1936)100pxArthur Conan Doyle 1859–1930We all devoted ourselves to surf-bathing, spending a good deal of our day in the water as is the custom of the place. It is a real romp with Nature, for the great Pacific rollers come sweeping in and break over you, rolling you over on the sand if they can catch you unawares. It was a golden patch in our restless lives. The Wanderings of a Spiritualist(1921)100pxUmberto Eco 1932–2016L'Australia non è solo agli antipodi, è lontana da tutto, talora anche da se stessa.