Justy Phillips Justy Phillips i(17438970 works by)
Born: Established: 1975 Huddersfield, Yorkshire,
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England,
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United Kingdom (UK),
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Western Europe, Europe, ;
Gender: Female
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1 y separately published work icon Ringed by Language. And Yet Justy Phillips , Perth : Upswell Publishing , 2022 25546055 2022 single work prose

'An unexpected chronicle of heart failure. Prose. Memoir. Essay. Other. This book is a thickness. A lure. Its pages an attempt to reach a body at the moment of invasion. Reduction. Accrual.

'Heart failure is a compression that folds in many durations. Perhaps for this reason and for the layering of year upon year, Justy Phillips had not, until now, known how to speak about its entanglement in the quiet and gradual violence of childhood sexual trauma.'

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1 What We Cannot See Justy Phillips , 2021 single work autobiography
— Appears in: Meanjin , September / Spring vol. 80 no. 3 2021; (p. 160-165) 'If I were a rock or blood sea, I might drill out this heart and flood it with something more spectacular. More capable. A new kind of touch. Perhaps some place for the goldfinches to return. I would pay more attention. Be more aware of beats that slip away through fingertips, plumage and shin. Mouth open to brackish water. I would take more care.' (Introduction)
1 Maggot and Crow Margaret Woodward , Justy Phillips , 2019 single work essay
— Appears in: Sydney Review of Books , November 2019;
1 y separately published work icon Crocoite Crocoite II Justy Phillips , Hobart : A Published Event , 2017 17439023 2017 selected work poetry

'Let me tell you a story. Inside this body there is a heart. Not like yours. A pulsing orb of spectral colour and flow. It's a waterfall. Now a rainbow. Now a snow storm. Splitting shards of light into mist and colour. With every beat of this body. I want things. Regret things. Diminish. Forgive things. Inside this body there is a heart. Just like yours.'

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