'W ith the release of ‘Formation’ and Beyonce’s performance at this year’s Super Bowl, the Black Lives Matter (BLM) campaign pierced living rooms across the United States. Complete with Black Panther salute and iconography, accompanied by a film clip with a hurricane-drenched landscape and graffiti reading ‘stop shooting us’, a movement that had been demonised by the mainstream media and the right was given a heroic performance in what is, arguably, capitalism’s ultimate spectacle.' (Jacinda Woodhead : Editorial introduction)
Only literary material within AustLit's scope individually indexed. Other material in this issue includes:
- Production Lines Of Flesh & Bone by Ben Brooker
- Get Your Hands Off My Sister by Stephanie Convery
- After Independence by Anthony Loewenstein
- On Only Reading Old Books by Giovanni Tiso
- The Current Inhabitants of the Island by Maxine Beneba Clarke
- On Art as Therapy by Alison Croggon
Writing in June 1971 to the classical scholar and poet Martin Robertson, Judith Wright fondly remarked on a young man who was caretaking ‘Calanthe’, her forest home:
Now I am here again, and sharing the house with one of Meredith’s friends, a delightful young man who is reading his way onwards through all my books, hasn’t a penny and is technically on the run from the police, being a draft resister. [...] He has a very good mind, the kind that turns things over and comes up with the other side of them unexpectedly two days later as though the conversation was still going on. (Introduction)
'The article offers the insights of the authors on the winning entries for the 2015 Neilma Sidney Short Story Prize. It mentioned the runner up entries that were received by "On the Road to Kuang Si Falls" short story by Ashleigh Synnott and the "Civilisation at Last" by Toby Sime while the "K-k-k" short story by Lauren Foley won the first prize.' (Publication abstract)
'The accident happened on a Friday. It was reported on the six o’clock news. At half-past four the cameras found the street and interviewed the nurse on the lawn. His neighbour; she just happened to be a nurse. She rolled him; he screamed. A tragedy, he was such a nice man. A young man, a teacher at the local school. A nice, quiet man. A lovely friendly face at church.' (Introduction)