Published in Overland Issue 207 Winter 2012 · Uncategorized poem a William Druce somebody is flinching by the mobile florist, getting lynched with fatigue and crumbed tobacco cascading everywhere like a film about a sleepless childhood. down an alley a few blocks away a barrister snorting coke knits his harvard muscle-cardigan with rusty spokes and quivers. everything quivers for the girl by the water, blinking icicles into her dead twins fluttering face. waves are making blankets out of us, and awnings build shelters from the rain. book x treats the leaflets like they are alight and yearning, and is under gender-surveillance making notes on the social dynamic of light-globe jokes. William Druce William Druce is a Melbourne poet doing a BA in creative writing at the University of Melbourne. More by William Druce › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 17 January 202517 January 2025 · rape culture Neil Gaiman and the political economy of rape Emmy Rakete The interactions between Gaiman, Palmer, Pavlovich, and the couple’s young child are all outlined in Shapiro’s article. There is, though, another figure in the narrative whom the article does not name. Auckland city itself is a silent participant in the abuse that Pavlovich suffered. Auckland is not just the place where these things happen to have occurred: this is a story about Auckland. 20 December 202420 December 2024 · Reviews Slippery totalities: appendices on oil and politics in Australia and beyond Scott Robinson Kurmelovs writes at this level of confusion and contradiction for an audience whose unspoken but vaguely progressive politics he takes for granted and yet whose assumed knowledge resembles that of an outraged teenager. There should be a young adult genre of political journalism to accommodate books like this.
