Published in Overland Issue 239 Winter 2020 Uncategorized First place, Nakata Brophy Prize: SUPERPOSITION Grace Lucas-Pennington Too many blacks goin around, thinkin they own the place – an old problem. Time was, they knew their proper place; [hard workers, the blacks] these days, can’t go two steps without falling over one [theyre lucky we came here] telling us we’re the problem [lazy goodfornothin] yep too many uppity, wont-stay-in-their-lane blacks [farmers? youvegottabefuckinkiddin] Here sits an edifice; a pulpit raised of shears rumbarrels chains ships bullets theft and bloodred death book-lined, velvet-curtained veneered in an unctuous justice samely coating all the lives adjoined. Within a man sits tracing ghostly ink, revolution emergent as if thrown, a hairshirt spirals verdant, down now onto this stage twixt the sombre stacks of once-trees, much unvisited. The man stops stoops lifts the bristling bundle now heretic, ascends a stair other hands construct the remnant curtains part, there ‘ICONOCLAST’ spelled out in neon tubing pulsing ‘gainst a white white wall. Tomes clasped chestward, he – our reluctant cynosure – speaks voice rising (streetpunk academic mutiny / circle back toward lost fecundity) standing, blinking manifest sunlight palaces and towers shed birds like skin crowds swerve, bend ears, listen: (there was always life before you as there is always life after you you have never been the first, or only) – an old story. and like a tree dragged upright, this roar shunts a world somewhere deep stone stratum cracks, unfastens earth-strong membranes wave functions collapse potentialities formerly certified stable corrode diffract cohere no more certain stories are fences / certain stories are seeds gauche bylines slop our troughs to brimming [gonna destroy im] adamant fencers clinging to zero-sum [fabrication realhistory] mainlining militant indignant feeds maddened erupt [madeitup fraudster notfarmers] a vague relentless clouding morass [sowhatiftherewerehousesyoucouldntinventthewheel] overwhelm civil semblance [savages] two positions, superimposed [You can’t just rewrite history] Read the rest of Overland 239 If you enjoyed this piece, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Grace Lucas-Pennington Grace Lucas-Pennington is a Bundjalung/European person living on Yugurapul land. She grew up mostly between Bundjalung country on the NSW north coast and the greater Logan/Brisbane area. Grace is currently the Editor for State Library of Queensland’s black&write! Indigenous Writing and Project. More by Grace Lucas-Pennington 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 27 January 2023 Cartoons In attacking us, they bring us together Sam Wallman 'What these bosses don't understand is that in attacking us, they bring us together.' (Paddy Crumlin, Maritime Union of Australia, Svitzer Rally November 2022) First published in Overland Issue 228 24 January 202325 January 2023 Aotearoa / New Zealand The end of the politics of care Giovanni Tiso The daily spectacle of televised briefings was not unique to New Zealand, and it may simply be the case that Ardern thrived when given the opportunity to speak to the public directly—in other words, that she was better than others at it. Alternatively, we could say that her rhetoric found in the pandemic the ground on which to turn into concrete action. Either way, the benefits we derived in terms of lives saved from the remarkable extension of that social license are literally incalculable.