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Alternative title: Words and Music
Issue Details: First known date: 2016... vol. 76 no. 1 August 2016 of Southerly est. 1939 Southerly
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'This issue presents writing by musicians and writers who cross mediums to collaborate and experiment in the spaces between words and music, including Hilary Bell, Phillip Johnston and Jonathan Mills. It includes archivist John Murphy’s reflections on Peter Sculthorpe’s house and Joseph Toltz writes of the experience of researching musical recollections from the Holocaust, and presents some of these memories from survivors. Michael Hooper shows how listening to Elliott Gyger’s operatic adaptation of David Malouf’s Fly Away Peter also re-attunes us to the novel. Dick Hughes speculates on the (jazz) music of heaven while David Brooks keeps an ear to the ground in a meditation on “herd music”. There is also the usual cornucopia of stories, memoir, poems and reviews, both themed and unthemed.' (Publication summary)

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Contents

* Contents derived from the 2016 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
Kylie Minogue 1968— Kylie Minoguei"Glitter shoots all over the stage.", TT. O , single work poetry (p. 12)
Heart of Glassi"She’s walking to a phonebox", Graeme Miles , single work poetry (p. 13)
Drafts for a Digital Agei"In the gusty inferences of silence I make", Micaela Sahhar , single work poetry (p. 14-15)
On Secret Mysteries to Do with the Fear of Heights, M. G. Michael , single work short story
'The little boy Chick with big wide eyes would follow his mother into those secret places forbidden to children. Forbidden places like the early hospices standing on the edge of the city where broken-down angels would arrive to recuperate. He would listen to the old lady speak in languages called tongues which he did not yet understand. One angel after another weeping into broken hands and into the hollows of wounded backs laid their turned and twisted wings on the ground. They would then catch the feather and dance. The little boy Chick with big wide eyes would follow his mother into those secret places forbidden to children. It was there he would learn to carve tears from Carrara marble and sapphire glass.' (Publication abstract)
(p. 32-36)
A Jazz Numberi"Some notes, dimple the water.", TT. O , single work poetry (p. 37)
The Glassi"What do you do each morning with the gorgeous collateral,", Jill Jones , single work (p. 38)
Swing, Hannah Ianniello , single work
'Chester cried when Sue left, slow burning tears. He clung to her shoulders but she lifted his arms from where they weighed heavily on her. With a nervous breath, she let go of his wrists, letting them fall to his sides, limp. A shadow around her eyes told him she was afraid.' (Publication abstract)
(p. 39-50)
The Time Problemi"Interminable problem. One moment constant", Anne-Marie Newton , single work poetry (p. 51)
La Speziai"Sometimes the", Mark Young , single work poetry (p. 52)
My Life in Lyrics, Hilary Bell , single work essay (p. 53-79)
Whatever Was Eating Whatever It Is That's Eating the Trees, Gareth Hipwell , single work short story
'His dreams of home are dreams of trees. Behind eyelids now modestly creased he summons dense woodland where in waking life there is none. It is in this way he dreams of a lover. Beyond the sudden borders of the town he knew as a child lies an all but treeless plain. Boulders - the bones of an indifferent batholith - crowd the hillsides. In the space between the tribal stones a flaxen speargrass meadow shivers. Of the few trees to be found here, most, now, are dead. Shallow-rooted pockets of candlebark, peppermint and snowgums once cadged bare life from the hollow. Trunk and branch they huddled against the frost, their foliage befouling the slopes in dirty green swathes. From a distance, these sparse stands appeared as something smeared onto the landscape. Now, for the most part, the trees are reduced to ashen corpses.' (Publication abstract)
(p. 80-81)
Zigazig-uh, Colin Varney , single work short story
"Here's an oldie but not a mouldy," says the DJ. "This is for Thom and Victoria on their anniversary. Keep the love light burning, guys." (Publication abstract)
(p. 82-90)
O.S.i"The view’s inscrutable, the stick", Matthew Wallman , single work poetry (p. 91-93)
I Brought Something Back For Youi"Poring over impossible ground", Matthew Wallman , single work poetry (p. 94)
Sensei"I think it was in J that I learnt about her from her, a local poet very", Yu Ouyang , single work poetry (p. 111)
Cerberusi"A decade of war—give or take those", Martin Kovan , single work poetry (p. 112-113)
Elbowsi"that we were passing a bear house where", Rose Hunter , single work poetry (p. 119-120)
A House for Peter Sculthorpe, John Murphy , single work biography
'In the mid-1970s the composer Peter Sculthorpe (1929-2014) acquired a petit, detached cottage in the Sydney suburb of Woollahra. The residence at 91 Holdsworth Street was based on one of the simplest variations of a dwelling: an entrance door flanked symmetrically by windows, its ready emotion reminiscent of a child's drawing, a symbol of a house as much as its reality. The building dated from the end of the nineteenth century, but Sculthorpe enjoyed repeating that it originated in the 1840s with a single room for a shepherd, invoking a distant, rustic past, perhaps a very distant past when gods could disguise themselves as shepherds. Associations between the composer and the house became entwined during the four decades of his residence. Informed passers-by might remark to their companions "That's Peter Sculthorpe's house", and leave them with this compound of ideas.' (Publication summary)
(p. 121-125)
Aubadei"Tobacco spat shit-thick repaints a wall", Matthew Louttit , single work poetry (p. 126)
Buladelah-Boomerang Point Holiday Song Cyclei"in Buladelah we sought to camp", Patrick Jones , single work poetry (p. 132-134)

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