Hecate

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Articles from Vol. 21, No. 1, May

After the Fairy Tale
As usual I get the blame, The crone is always evil. I only wanted her to stay up there long enough to finish her education, so she wouldn't end up like the rest of them, ordinary and overworked, fat with babies every other year. She said I was neurotic,...
Anthologizing the Minority
The Same cannot emerge except in relation to the Other; in a diachronic scale, the varieties of Otherness are successively incorporated into the Same by the ongoing displacement of the site of the Other.(1) Feminist positions on Migrant and Aboriginal...
At the Anti-Racism Conference
1. someone an expert he must be was talking about the gypsies in a room that was filled to the back wall with people of different colours sizes hair eyes clothes and feet who obviously understood english judging by the meticulously compiled lists of...
Back of the Courthouse Toilet Door
A.P. How long do we have to wait? 4 --UntiL you do something else Wrong J.P. FUCK You A.P. LOVES J.P. = ania loves jacek who fUCk You ap4jp cares fuck you ALL POLICE SHOULD fUCK you fUCK YOU BE SHOT AT BIRTH FUCK YOU --before birth (abortion) I'll Shit...
Exploring the Differences: Feminist Theory in a Multicultural Society
They say that the bread of exi1e is bitter, yet it nourishes us.(1) One of the most significant aspects of post-World War II migration to Australia has been the increasing diversification in the ethnic composition of immigrants. Currently, the Australian...
Grandma's Tale
- Crianca, quem brinca com fogo faz xixi na cama! - Yes, grandma, we already know the story of playing with fire and wetting our beds. It was somewhere small in South America, a lost tropical paradise for the visiting children; a place of hardship for...
Henceforth
1. In a blessed state of fecundity each month she retches in relief at the bloody signals, prays to the Lord for a child while the family can hear, confesses at another church how the thought of conception makes her hysterical and says her penance over...
I Need No Definition
Roma Potiki, of the Te Aupouri, Te Rarawa and Ngati Rangitahi, is an artist, playwright, producer, director and actor. Her poetry collection Stones in Her Mouth was published in 1992 by IWA. Roma talked with Briar Wood on 26 July 1994. How did the title...
Inside Gossip
Now I say it as shouldn't, but I've been here fifty-two years. I've kept all these Systems working pretty well and do I get any appreciation? No. All I hear is moan, moan, moan. She just doesn't care. She thinks because vegetarian food and plenty of...
'It's What Happens after You're Born That Gets It Knocked out of You.' (Interview with Evelyn Conlon)(Interview)
Has there been any particular feature of your background or life that contributed to you becoming a writer? In other words, was there a catalyst of some kind, or was writing always an option for you? Yes, it was always an option, but, of course, it...
Lilith
Sometimes, just for the shock of it, Lilith would hold out her lined palms. A witch, the children would say. They'd shriek and runaway. Our teacher's a witch, the children would tell their parents. Lilith shows her palms now. They're criss-crossed...
Mother and Daughter
Walking into the days of your coma I and you are the same age Your breathing becomes mud-fishy Your facial tissues turn into black soil You ask silence to paint our portraits Paint us into the same woman To differentiate the two of us, you ask me to...
Of Ladies Dead
We were talking about history, of ladies dead. Three workplace colleagues, a man and two women. He knew the score and laid down the law. The secrets of past queens, spies and lustful bishops were as familiar as gossip at the end of his telephone. "It...
Our Story
Motherhood Which part of me will answer, when you choose to call Which part of my woman will help before you fall I know that it's not easy, to choose one part of me It's making new decisions, that stops me to see How can I go on this way, I'm torn...
Remember the Pink Elephant?
In Clive Moore's piece in Hecate XX/i, last year, one sentence in particular jumped out at me, recalling long past places and events whose very existence I have sometimes been close to doubting. Moore asked: "Who has heard of the Pink Elephant Restaurant...
Stretched Elastic and Story Time
He listened to me read, and I could sense his erection. I read and made my voice soft and textile. I felt his fingers begin to flick on my ankle. It is a dry, heated tale I am reading, by some American woman who lives with her two cats and a dog on...
The Company of the Loveless
Did you fuck him? This was the question before my handbag hit the table. I smiled my greeting and dug my hand in the pocket of my jacket for the price of a drink. Certainly did. Frowning at my friend in mock-distaste I proceeded to the bar. I came...
The New Zealand Buddy Movie: Men, Cars and the Rise (and Fall) of the Feminist Thriller
Sleeping Dogs (1977) and Good-bye Pork Pie (1981) were important films in the beginnings of the New Zealand film industry, the former because it was the first in the new wave of New Zealand films, the latter because of its popularity - it has only recently...
'Us Creole': Intersubjectivity, Empire and the Politics of Meaning-Making in Autobiography
... significantly, the evidence of the maps hanging on the walls around give the lie to the image of the isolated sceptred isle, the little world all on its own. They make it clear that the nation [Britain] could only survive, be victualled, watered,...
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