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Issue Details: First known date: 1970... vol. 4 no. 1 1970 of Southern Review est. 1963 Southern Review
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Contents

* Contents derived from the , 1970 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
The Complexity of 'Voss', R. P. Laidlaw , single work criticism (p. 3-14)
Autumn-Hampsteadi"What shall I fill the air", Geoffrey Thurley , single work poetry (p. 29-30)
Gorilla Gorillai"What jungles he swung out of into the imagination!", Bruce Dawe , single work poetry (p. 31)
The Death of Friendsi"They do not die in catastrophic scenes", Bruce Dawe , single work poetry (p. 32)
First Draft for a Suicide Notei"Sometimes I wake late and, resigning", Leon Slade , single work poetry (p. 34)
A Salesman Spends a Thursday, Leon Slade , single work poetry (p. 35)
The Other Son, Norman Talbot , single work poetry (p. 36-37)
My Side Argues, Norman Talbot , single work poetry (p. 38-39)
Ring of Red Gold Away, Norman Talbot , single work poetry (p. 40)
Tristan's Healing, Norman Talbot , single work poetry (p. 41)
Thigh, Norman Talbot , single work poetry (p. 42)
Coming to an End, Michael Wilding , single work short story
'So, there we were, for the last time again, looking at the menu which I don’t think they had in the old days, I’m sure if there had been a menu I’d have written about it, about someone sitting there, fingering it, fiddling with it, turning it over and reading aloud from it, written that for something to begin with before getting going properly. We sat there down at the back, so we could see the whole length down to the glass front and open door, see people coming in and sitting sipping their coffees or cokes, and going out, and others coming. And three years ago, then it had been new; it had just been redecorated then, given a smooth sliding surface. They’d done that well; still it showed no marks of the time, no furrows of the years.'   (Introduction)
 (p. 67-71)
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