Published in Overland Issue 216 Spring 2014 · Uncategorized Fading Pam Brown conjecture if I can’t come up with anything I’ll crawl over and tap out one note I’m trying hard to live a bourgeois life – taking double-strength cappuccinos tying coloured balloons to the fence Ladies & Gentlemen Please Stop at Security and put your mobile phone number on your child’s arm crepe paper streaked with cream darkness drops like a blind holy ghost keeps hanging on muffled steps relaxed like hands in pockets Block people moved to Housing Department flats clutching brown paper bagged bottles moping round on the bus route * fading beyond whatever you were a boatload of rats a-rowing down some slippery stream sitting on the carpet rug reading the long list of benefactors to the art magazine is anyone still ever born again? no phenomenon but in things like slim cyber tablets scissor sharpeners glass paperweights vinyl bucket seats brass padlocks a sundial you only get one jubilee and I’ve had mine no poem is meant for anyone literary magazine editor gets intoxicated we get drunk make an unintended poem a yahoo might like Pam Brown Pam Brown has published many chapbooks, pamphlets and full collections of poetry, most recently Stasis Shuffle (Hunter Publishers, 2021). She lives in a south Sydney suburb on reclaimed swampland on Gadigal Country. More by Pam Brown › 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 14 February 202514 February 2025 · Poetry 9 to 5 Dave Drayton volunteer to clown / undermine an award / construct to heave / interfere in class / dismantle if civil / disregard no cause / freelance at ennui 1 13 February 202514 February 2025 · Reviews Echoing of the white gaze in Evie Wyld’s The Echoes Karen Wyld Wyld’s creation of voiceless-nameless-lifeless Blak people in The Echoes serves no narrative purpose. This novel is not truth-telling of invasion and occupation, and it does not envision justice for Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples. Instead of rejecting or confronting lazy literary tropes and colonial-style narratives, the author has erased Blak voices, bodies, histories and futures, adding her own voice to a never-ending echo of white-gazed literature when silence would have been better.