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Articles from Vol. 23, No. 1, May

A Cheap Shot at Frocks? a Reply to Tara Brabazon
In her article, 'What Will You Wear to the Revolution? Thatcher's Genderation and the Fashioning of Change,' Tara Brabazon criticizes me for failing to acknowledge the importance of style and fashion in the process and formulation of social change. In...
A Day in the Life
Breakfasts of cereal and toast and bacon and eggs not quite as regular as bran but regimented all the same and besides the sun-dried fruit quota is fulfilled at 10 even if nothing else is the communal coffee's getting low again no 1 knows where it all...
A Strike Report from the Shop Floor
Around 500 women workers struck at the Tanashin Indonesia factory in February 1995. The strikers demanded food money in lieu of lunch during Ramadan,(6) which the bosses had replaced with packaged snacks. All the workers disagreed with what the bosses...
Australia
Sometime I sit down and think that such a different life I lead. Back then when we arrive in Australia, I was dress in our cultural clothes. No skin showing except the face and hands. Ladies not allowed to cut the hair. Got to do the hair in certain...
Been Workin' Been Workin': Labour and the Lesbian Librarian
It's 1996 and TAFE is restructuring for the third time in six years. Maggie, my boss, totters into our open-plan office and tosses her bag across the desk. Morning Maggie, I nod, Monday again. She stomps over to the mirror we keep propped up on the...
Editorial
It has not taken the Federal Liberal government long to begin reversing some aspects of the liberalism to which we had become accustomed under Labor. Their latest Budget cuts foreign aid, reduces immigration and continues reductions in funding for education...
Helpless
I have been siring in another world a world of four walls, helpless of news I do not like to hear of. The news that families do not want to hear and that's bad news, news of loved ones, something has gone wrong or even badder. I have felt helpless in...
Interview with Ruth Indiah Rahayu and Nugroho Katjasungkana
In the transition from the Sukarno era to the Suharto era, the New Order crushed independent women's organisations. It imposed a 'national consensus' between the government and various social and political organisations around the official ideology of...
Men in White
I was about eight years old when my mother, after a lot of cajoling and false promises on my part, gave me permission to go on a picnic with two of my girlfriends. I remember my contribution to our first feast was salami and Pita bread; embarrassing...
Mission Life
I have been in a number of missions in my lifetime, a life that was and had been taken, taken without a word that I cannot put into words, all the words were taken from a young boy's cry, a cry that a lot of mothers and fathers had heard that I feel,...
My Grandmother's Mouth
there was this absence of belonging, of not having a proper school uniform, because we couldn't afford one, even though the class photos were black & white, you could tell i had a tartan skirt & red jumper on, so i tried to smile the largest...
Nga Ahorangi
A Bibliography of Maori Women's Creative Writing Whakatapunga tenei mo nga whaea, tamahine, tamariki This bibliography is published in two parts. Part One A-G is found in this issue, and Part Two H-Z will appear in the next issue. GLOSSARY [In most...
Polish Poet Wislawa Szymborska
On October 30 1996, 73-year-old Polish poet Wislawa Szymborska won the Nobel Prize for Literature 'for poetry that with ironic precision allows the historical and biological context to come to light in fragments of human reality.'(*) Szymborska is the...
Ruptures in the Skin of Silence: A Collective Biography
She walks from the car, gathering and sorting. There is a deep quiet in the shade of the verandah that welcomes her home. Her skin is salted with sweat and sea from the walk. A breeze rustles all the leaves about. In someone else's garden a bird calls...
Schizophrenia
At the back of the bus Sally saw a pair of emerald green eyes under a shock of jet black hair. He peered at her suspiciously, through his too-long dark fringe. Johnny, the most handsome boy .at school, but everyone knew he was a little wild. Sally's...
Sheik Fantasies: Orientalism and Feminine Desire in the Desert Romance
The sheikh towered over her, a whip in one savage hand. She knelt at his feet, sweat on her parted lips. The hot desert sun beat down on them, and as the music rent the air she inched away from him on her knees, the whip cracking mercilessly on the sand...
The Dancer
when you woke up you had to move forward, you couldn't turn backwards into the wall and stay vertical looking at the world from inside a room. you had to moan as you bent to tie hand-weary laces, frayed like hysteria and move your legs that knew the...
This Place
I sit in a place where a lot of people are afraid to come to, this place I can only see out of. This place with barbed wire and razor wire that stands 12 feet high and has bars. I come here for a crime I have done and I'm ashamed of it and this place,...
Writing Space
It's Monday and I'm writing in fruit-loops and ironing boards . . . Folding towels, a face appears. I find words tucked between the pillow cases and the bed linen. I retrieve them and hide them within the strands of my hair for safe keeping. In the...
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