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'Within the white imagination there is an invisible charter of rights that I hear frequently quoted, touted, lauded: It is my right to imagine whatever I want! My imagination is free! So encoded is this invisible charter of rights that insists that the white imagination has no limits that all peoples and places deemed as 'other' become carte blanche - a blank white page for their imaginations to write.' (Introduction)
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“Not a Dream, but a Harrowing” : Writing a Colonial Fairy Tale."
2023
single work
criticism
— Appears in: Marvels & Tales , vol. 36 no. 1 2023; (p. 40-48.) -
Translating the World
2021
single work
essay
— Appears in: Meanjin , September / Spring vol. 80 no. 3 2021; (p. 61-71) 'In the summer of 2019–20 I worked in the customer service department of an Australian zoo. I was used to cycling to work, gliding past traffic and cutting through parklands in my khaki uniform. But I found myself driving much more than usual. Cycling resulted in weariness and respiratory irritation, as I breathed in toxic particulate matter. Bushfire smoke smothered the city, forcing us indoors. With the smoke settling for days at a time, I relied more on my exhaust-spewing vehicle to get to work. The dark irony was hard to miss.' (Introduction)
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Translating the World
2021
single work
essay
— Appears in: Meanjin , September / Spring vol. 80 no. 3 2021; (p. 61-71) 'In the summer of 2019–20 I worked in the customer service department of an Australian zoo. I was used to cycling to work, gliding past traffic and cutting through parklands in my khaki uniform. But I found myself driving much more than usual. Cycling resulted in weariness and respiratory irritation, as I breathed in toxic particulate matter. Bushfire smoke smothered the city, forcing us indoors. With the smoke settling for days at a time, I relied more on my exhaust-spewing vehicle to get to work. The dark irony was hard to miss.' (Introduction) -
“Not a Dream, but a Harrowing” : Writing a Colonial Fairy Tale."
2023
single work
criticism
— Appears in: Marvels & Tales , vol. 36 no. 1 2023; (p. 40-48.)
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