Published in Overland Issue 217 Summer 2014 · Uncategorized Hymns Ben Walter And can it be our voices need consoling, well we only link our voices at footy, guess he’d never been, corporate projection while naive alveoli clutch each other; there, a new tune circling, sacrifice your skewed larynx to a set of organs preying, howling at glass burned clear; where are the choir’s eyes? noble chords gilding trudged axioms, here among whoever we are, flapping still with sweaty paper shields, dank numbers listing, destitute lessons for those who would sing hymns. Ben Walter Ben Walter’s stories, essays and poems have appeared in Lithub, Meanjin, The Lifted Brow and many other publications. He is the fiction editor of Island. More by Ben Walter › 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 19 April 2024 · Friday Fiction Stilted J.E “Mahal” Cuya One hour after midnight. Everyone in rooms. Living room – dark. Table look like monsters. Like death. TV on stand. Netflix Logo. No one watching. Residents asleep. They have dementia. 18 April 202418 April 2024 · Education A Jellyfish government in NSW: public education’s privatisation-by-neglect Dan Hogan A private school that receives public money is not a private school: it is a fee-paying public school. The overfunding of private schools using public money is a symptom of a public service that has been rotted for a quarter of century by a political class with no vision beyond producing dubious, misleading statistics to deploy at the next election.
