These are the things, that roll us along, to the next time the bins go out, and again, and again. Footbrakes on time, and gathering speed, without us, time runs out, for some. We will not forget, these years, details disremembered. Loss, thick sadness, self-care, get over it, these wounds are not the foulest they could be. Apathy for unchanged aromas, unchanged sounds, with curiosity perfected, of the magpies, and the grain of the fence. I miss you, go away. And meet me under the clocks, below the ballroom, by the red granite purse. Let’s chart the city through colognes,… [Read more]
In one of the most iconic moments of Jean-Luc Godard’s À bout de Souffle (aka Breathless) , the film’s anti-hero Michel Poiccard (Jean-Paul Belmondo) stands before a poster of the Humphrey Bogart boxing film The Harder They Fall, rubs his thumb over his impossibly full lips, and mutters the salute: ‘Bogey…’.
On Thursday 5 August a friend—an Australian living in Germany with their American partner—sent me a message with screen-grabs from The Guardian and a single tear-face emoji. They revealed that Minister for Health Greg Hunt had—without announcement—amended the Biosecurity Act to close what has misleadingly been called a ‘loophole’. Australian citizens who normally reside overseas would have to apply for an exemption to be permitted to leave Australia. The purported aim of the new amendment was ‘assisting vulnerable Australians’. Those who are outside will be deterred from coming in, and if they do could have no option but to remain… [Read more]
Reading Literary Blockbusters on Ngannawal Country On Ngunnawal country, the Canberra bubble continues to expand, with its brutalist architecture, national institutions, consulates, and blue-tinged gums from which the Telstra Tower on Black Mountain (aka the Syringe aka the Spaceship Docking Station) emerges. It is not a place well-known for literary production or for the celebration of literature. The roads with their infernal on and off ramps, circuits and curves, are arrayed in patterns to facilitate communication with aliens, or for devil worship. Canberra/Ngambri manages to be the nation’s capital, and remote—provincial—estranged from the artistic and literary metropolitan centres of Australia… [Read more]
I need to admit something: I haven’t been watching. 1-0, 3-0, 6-0, nine games in a row unbeaten to open the season. The Demons winning, actually winning properly, convincingly, for the first time since before I was born, and doing it inside a fortress kingdom that also contains my family? The sporting success I’ve waited for, from any team, for my whole life, happening inside an indefinitely sealed border? It was too cruel to contemplate. Every weekend, my partner, Dan, offered to get the footy up on his computer in our living room in Paris—’What about just the highlights, Meg?’… [Read more]
Eloise Grills is an award-winning writer and artist living on Djarra country. She is currently working on her first collection of visual essays, to be published by Affirm Press in 2022. She tweets and grams as @grillzoid.
Just before restrictions came into effect in late June, I converted my dining room into a new art studio, pushing the table into one corner and setting up my writing space in the other. ‘We’ll just eat at the coffee table from now on,’ I announced to my husband and the kids, as I placed art supplies, stationery and pot plants on the dining table. I was anticipating a new phase of creativity. My first book The Mother Wound was about to be published and I had promised myself that I would spend the second half of the year developing… [Read more]
In the beginning, the reporters crept tentatively onto social media, like gazelles at a waterhole, gazing round nervously before lowering their heads. Slowly at first, they drank from the vast pool, always watchful for the predators lurking in the shadows. They tentatively shared links to their work and asked shyly for leads and story ideas. They were content with that. The loud aggressive displays of attention were for others: for the lions of industry, the policy shapers and the politicians; the kinds of people they would observe and report on. Fast forward a decade or so, and the gazelles seem… [Read more]
The home of the Collins St Peregrine Falcon, the fastest creature on the planet, attracts dedicated attention each spring as Melburnians follow its 24/7 live webcam. In response to strong demand for architectural analysis, Meanjin asked critic Esther Anatolitis to explore its unique form at the apex of Australia’s art and design capital. To complement her relentlessly murderous lifestyle, the Collins St Peregrine Falcon prefers a Modernist apartment of functional materials, muted colours and magnificent proportions. Spartan in both style and substance, the open plan follows a program-led typology, accommodating the Falcon’s limited routine of standing majestically, casting her… [Read more]
Roz the Wild Robot and Hiccup Haddock the Dragon Trainer flashed up in my Facebook memories this morning. Hiccup was in a triumphant fighting pose, a brilliant jet of cellophane fire in one hand. Roz stood with a slightly awkward angle in his silver-sprayed robot body and silver head. They were standing at our front door, just about to head off to school. Book Week 2019. I instructed Roz’s classmates to assist him in the parade around the soccer pitch. He lacked peripheral vision and his metallic newspaper stocking-filled arms dangled by his side. With his real arms tucked neatly… [Read more]