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Issue Details: First known date: 2022... vol. 81 no. 4 December 2022 of Meanjin est. 1940 Meanjin
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Contents

* Contents derived from the , 2022 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
National Accounts : Australia Day, Bruce Pascoe , single work essay

'Dear Australia, My friend is scared. He's one of the most decent and intelligent people I have ever met and his courage and persistence under extreme duress can never been found wanting. He's not a coward by any means, but right now he's scared.'(Publication abstract)

(p. 1-3)
Will We Fuck for Pleasure in the Apocalypse?, Anna Spargo-Ryan , single work essay

'I live near an ambulance depot. Without exception, I wake in the peach pre-dawn to an orchestra of rising sirens. I imagine all the individual worlds that have ended in the night, every person who has opened their eyes to find a newly minted corpse alongside them. Every day I wake thinking about a thousand deaths and still I reach across to my adults-only drawer and wish myself a good morning.' (Publication abstract)

(p. 3-5)
Pink Post-its and Blue Candles, Lyn Chatham , single work essay

'We were just starting on our prawn crackers. There was John, a student friend, Ian, now my husband and then boyfriend, and me.' (Publication abstract)

(p. 5-9)
How Goes the War, Claire G. Coleman , single work essay

'My dearest beloved Samantha I hope this letter finds you safe and well at home, in the name of our Queen and most holy Empress.' (Publication abstract)

(p. 9-13)
Decadei"It came to me late;", Allis Hamilton , single work poetry (p. 12)
Body as a Continuum, Leone Gabrielle , single work essay

'How do we relate to the body? Recover a sense of dignity and ownership of our body? Acknowledgement: Tony Birch's question from the Red Room Emerging Writers' Festival workshop recently made my insides cringe. A week later, this idea emerged.'(Publication abstract)

(p. 13-14)
Interludesi"tell me now: a clock", Stella Theocharides , single work poetry (p. 15)
Australia in Three Books, Maddison Connaughton , single work review
— Review of Cardinal : The Rise and Fall of George Pell Louise Milligan , 2017 single work biography ; Night Games : Sex, Power and Sport Anna Krien , 2013 single work prose ; Tracker Alexis Wright , 2017 single work biography ;
(p. 16-19)
The Act of Disappearing : On the Silences That Shroud the Disappearances of Aboriginal Women and Girls, Amy McQuire , single work essay

'We do not know how many Aboriginal women have gone 'missing' in this country. The archives are filled with the 'missing': the Aboriginal women who are no longer here to speak; the Aboriginal women who do not have names; the Aboriginal women who do not have graves or places where their families can remember them. There is a comfort that comes with the word 'missing', because to be 'missing' implies that perhaps they have left on their own accord; that there are no perpetrators or violence enacted against them. As Canadian First Nations lawyer and activist Pam Palmater says, the term 'missing' is a misnomer: 'It seems to imply that these women or girls are just lost or ran away for a few days.' 'Missing' also comes with the assumption that the case is still active. When the police speak of 'missing persons', there is an implication that the police are still searching for them, and that they will never tire in their search until those who are 'missing' are found or come back. Because they are still 'missing', the police do not see themselves as responsible for failing to find them; but instead, see the women themselves as 'responsible' for going missing in the first place. There is a term specific to this place, in that women are accused of going 'walkabout', which serves to naturalise their disappearances as innate to Aboriginal culture, and not a distinctly settler-colonial phenomenon.' (Publication abstract)

(p. 20-28)
The Great Conjunctioni"I’m stooped in my driveway, eye to the scope", Rachael Mead , single work poetry (p. 29)
When Less Is Whole, Na'ama Carlin , single work autobiography

'It was around 4 pm on Tuesday 12 July 2022. I'd been standing by the window for a while now, looking at the dusk slowly stretch itself on the city ahead, gathering courage to look down.' (Publication abstract)

(p. 30-35)
Australia in Four Referendums, Mark McKenna , single work essay

'I first met Reverend Frank Woodwell, rector of the Anglican Parish of Bega (1966-74), when I was writing my history of south-east New South Wales, 'Looking for Blackfellas' Point: An Australian History of Place', which was published in 2002.' (Publication abstract)

(p. 36-47)
The Undone Blousei"Walking to the bathroom, into water", Jill Jones , single work poetry (p. 47)
Reflections of a Pale, Male and Stale Caliban, Terry Barnes , single work essay

'This year I turned 60. It's a milestone birthday I dreaded. I've seen six decades of Australian and world history, from the sunset years of the Menzies era and the clean-cut popsters of Bandstand to what is shaping to be a long period of progressive political and social dominance under new Labor prime minister Anthony Albanese-a world where the likes of Kim Kardashian are the great philosophers of our time, and being an 'influencer' on social media is the life's ambition of Generation Z, just as being a steam-train driver was the career aspiration of my childhood. It has been six decades of torrential social, economic and political change that has been so rapid, so monumental, so comprehensive that the Sydney suburban culture of my 1960s childhood is so remote from Australia today that, to my four-year-old daughter Elizabeth, it will seem as remote and alien as life in ancient Greece, or on Mars.' (Publication abstract)

(p. 48-52)
Estuaryi"Flat-headed mullet jump, light glints off their scales", Judith Beveridge , single work poetry (p. 53)
Phantom Feelings, Tina Huang , single work short story (p. 54-56)
The Inward Migration in Apocalyptic Times, Alexis Wright , single work essay

'A Buddhist monk and Zen poet named Huineng wrote a gatha, or poem, more than a thousand years ago. The poem, 'There Was no Tree to the Bodhi', was essentially about how the purity of enlightenment would not be corrupted by the dust particles of life. The four-line poem ends by asking, 'Where then was the dust?'' (Publication abstract)

(p. 57-65)
Punctuation as Organised Violence, Sara Saleh , single work prose

'Thirty years ago, my folks migrated to a city half-dipped in ocean. To this day, they are sepia-faced and prayer-shaped, coal soot and cedar hills still rolling underneath their fingernails.' (Publication abstract)

(p. 78-81)
The Full Presenti"Perhaps memory is a kind of remedy", Jill Jones , single work poetry (p. 91)
The Faerie Pool, Gregory Day , single work short story (p. 92-100)
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