Cirrus@Austlit

'Thirty-one years ago, a couple of poets got together and decided to make a literary magazine. Typewritten, stapled at the spine, and published on the few dollars they could scrape together, it was a gloriously bold gesture, one that gladly defied conventional publishing wisdom. A bushy-bearded Ned Kelly raised two boxing gloves on the front cover. What else could it be called but Going Down Swinging?' (Editorial introduction)