Published in Overland Issue 211 Winter 2013 Uncategorized Issue 211 Editorial team Contents Regulars Jeff Sparrow – Editorial Alison Croggon Judy Horacek Stephen Wright Rjurik Davidson Features Stephanie Convery Pump On bodybuilding Jill Dimond Ned Kelly’s skull Who took Ned’s head? Jacinda Woodhead All those women Abortion and the Deep North Jennifer Mills and Benjamin Laird Paying the writers A dialogue about writing and money Anwyn Crawford The possibility of patronage The pros and cons of crowdfunding Giovanni Tiso ‘The Net will save us’ Political solutionism and the Five Star Movement Guy Rundle The one day of pure form The paradoxes of Anzac Ramon Glazov The innocence of Australians Security nightmare lit Anna Greer All at sea Sailing with Sea Shepherd Fiction Ryan O’Neill The traveller Helen Gildfind The ferryman Warwick Newnham Peregrinus Requiescat Poetry Louise Molloy Stop staring at my nuts Joel Ephraims Maelstrom Barry O’Donohue Vietnam ritual Philip Hammial Trapeze Angela Gardner Three Lessons from a Market Economy Jules Leigh Koch The shearwaters Stella Rosa Mcdonald Natural editors Cameron Lowe Watching the players Banjo James Take away sonnet John Leonard Autumn day Luke Whitington The swallows in Saint Peter’s Square Graphics Lofo Editorial team More by Editorial team 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 First published in Overland Issue 228 28 November 202229 November 2022 Film Noirvember at the movies: on the pleasures of personal curation Eloise Ross Watching noir all month, in its many transcontinental variants from the past eighty-odd years, really is a fantastic thing to do. I’m finding connections between films that aren’t obvious, or that might not appear to me without the benefit of such programming and framing. First published in Overland Issue 228 25 November 202228 November 2022 Poetry Poetry | Summer animal Jini Maxwell This summer I can feel myself turning back into an animal. I wake up early and seek out trees, walking through the expansive quiet of the park until the heat starts feeling sharp on my skin. I leave the blinds closed, so when I return home the building is dark and familiar, and as I shut the door behind me I feel a satisfaction I can only describe as territorial.