Published in Overland Issue 221 Summer 2015 · Uncategorized ’73 Kevin Gillam they’re off to a progressive dinner, mother in crocheted poncho, father in safari suit, complete with dish of apricot chicken, box of splades and bottle of Ben Ean moselle. me? I’m at home in my flares watching H.R. Pufnstuf – the economic rationalists are yet to be born Kevin Gillam Kevin Gillam is a Western Australian writer with poems published in numerous journals in Australia and overseas. More by Kevin Gillam › 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.
