“I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me…” writes Ralph Ellison. “When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.”
and also, a stretching of the word’s meaning
artists who experiment with process, work that emerges out of a dedication to craft and all the attendant mistakes, tests and discoveries
work that is in a state of becoming, process as transcendental, a commitment to the things you can’t win.
‘control language and you control the society.’ …By some kind of inverted Shakespearian logic whereby a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, it doesn’t matter what we call the putrid things that emanate from within our culture, provided that we call them something, and talk about them. Continue reading Read this week
a quarter-life crisis outstaying its welcome seeping like cask wine through a carpet i can’t write anything honest i’m always imagining someone reading and loving/hating me you are supposed to write first and edit last but you can’t live like that always surging forward guns blazing and then sweeping up the mess of the past no you no you have to carry it with you rolling in it like a slug in a dustpan encased in grime Continue reading
Australia is a shadow, at best, immaterial, a wraith. It plays out like an in-joke; no-one is quite sure when to laugh, the heart of it known only to those who utterly believe in it. It takes material form in the exercise of power. Indeed, the nation is the fulfilment of power. But in the sepulchre where the faithful bow down is a broken mirror. Continue reading Read this Week
The colonial encounter invariably produces two kinds of responses, approval or disapproval, depending on whether we present as assimilated or whether we are refractory. This lies at the heart of colonial ambivalence towards the Other: the ‘no, yes, no’ response to the alien is restricted and binary. The migrant is expected to forget entire lives and histories left in another country; the colonised subject, the migrant subject, the refugee has been fragmented by geographies but also by historical time. Continue reading Read this week
How, despite such distinctions, to gather together? And how to imagine oneself, and one’s community, into being?
This poem —maps all manners of boundaries: not just linguistic but also domestic, cultural, and personal. Continue reading Read this week