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The Writer Behind The Curtain
Sharona
May 14, 2012
Voiceworks talked to three of the writers featured in Voiceworks #88: Translate.
FICTION
Oliver Mol
Cunt Angel
Page 14VW: Did anything in particular inspire this piece?
OM: When I was young, maybe nine, I had my first kiss with this girl named Melanie to Cyndi Lauper’s ‘Time After Time’. Not a proper kiss, just on the lips. Then she moved away and I moved away and all this time passed and one day I said what is her name maybe I can find her on Facebook and then I did find her on Facebook and she had moved to Armidale and was pregnant and was part of this group “I like blokes who drive utes” and “yewww utes” or something. Then I thought about contacting her. I guess this was my inner monologue or my way of dealing with it. The story, of course, is a tragedy.
The story of a child soldier
Johannes Jakob
Mar 08, 2012
This nonfiction piece originally appeared in Voiceworks 85 Other in July 2011.
By Alexandra Fisher (21) – a young Australian writer whose background has fostered a love of different cultures and a desire to understand and report on issues that bring new insight to Australians.
Scovia sits on her top bunk. Her legs stretch across the bed and her hands cup over her knees. She looks vulnerable and I feel uneasy. ‘Just pretend the camera isn’t here and it’s just you and me,’ I tell her.
Play Edcommitorial, Listen
Johannes Jakob
Dec 20, 2011
As promised in the magazine, you can now listen to the edcommitorial from Play, which is confusingly but sensibly itself called Listen. It’s both written and read by Rosanna Stevens.
From The Desk Of… Emmyrose Hobbs
Sharona
Nov 30, 2011
Hello. I’m Emmyrose Hobbs, Express Media Online Media and Communications Intern. Nice to meet you. I spend some of my week hanging out in Express Media HQ coming up with ways to interact with and let you guys know about our lit journal Voiceworks and other bits and bobs that Express Media do.
Sian Campbell from Issue #86 V Reading At Avid Reader
Sharona
Nov 03, 2011
Brisbane Bookstore Avid Reader is hosting a regular Salon Event in conjunction with the launch of Anna Funder’s new book All That I Am – except for this one, Sian Campbell will be a guest reader.
As part of the event local Brisbane writer Sian Campbell, who is featured in the latest issue of Voiceworks (issue #86: V), will be giving a reading.
Because the kind people at Avid Reader like Voiceworks so much, they have offered free entry to all friends of Voiceworks who RSVP by email events@avidreader.com.au or phone on 3846 3422 before the event date.
Here are the details –
A Special Salon Event with Anna Funder
“All That I Am”
Thursday 10th of November
6.00pm for a 6.30pm start
Avid Reader Bookshop, 193 Boundary Street West End
Tickets $5.00 (includes a glass of wine) RSVP EssentialFor all the details head here.
Shock! Horror! Voiceworks Live!
Johannes Jakob
Oct 19, 2011
Slightly belated heads up, if you didn’t know already: we’re doing another of our fabled Voiceworks Live events this Friday. Details details details. Or Facebook.
Former Voiceworks editor Tom Doig is going to perform a reading of his story, Winnie The Pooh as told by Cormac McCarthy, and something equally horrific from the Genre issue that entered the world under his glorious reign.
Michael Richardson will read his story from Pulp, re: the mind-rending horror beneath the Galapagos. Duncan Felton will read and/or talk about his piece from Other, where he investigated the paranormal and visited a psychic.
I’m going to do a ghost and horror tour of the internet!
There will be probably be one or two other spooky/fun things. There will be a bar and scary decorations!
Voiceworks 86 V
Johannes Jakob
Sep 15, 2011
Voiceworks 86 V is almost upon us. It’s really, really good. How’s my marketing? Maybe you should buy it. You should probably buy it. Click on that lovely cover for more info about what’s inside.
We’ll be launching it on Friday September 23 as part of the A Thousand Words Festival. It’s at the Northcote Town Hall, starting at 5pm with speeches and readings at 6pm. We’re delighted to have Lorelei Vashti launching the issue, and Ainslee Meredith and Amber Beilharz reading their work. Once that’s over, or if you can’t get there that early, we’ll be moving to Willow Bar from 6.30pm to continue the festivities. There is a Facebook event here.
If you’re interstate or otherwise unable to make the launch, you can already pre-order the magazine and we’ll ship it to you the same time as we send out our subscribers’ copies. Or, you know, you could just subscribe for the low, low price of $36 for four issues sent straight to you! I did some calculations and maths wanted to tell you about how that’s super cheap.
NPW2011: archipelago by Brendan McDougall
Johannes Jakob
Sep 09, 2011
The following poem is from Voiceworks 86 V, which you can pre-order before the release date of September 23 right here.
archipelago
by Brendan McDougall (17)C.
One plus one really isn’t a lot. ‘U’ and ‘I’ are both in ‘beautiful’
but then again so is ‘futile.’ Train-tracks lack curvature: I would
much prefer my bicycle, even if the tyres are getting flat. I think
it’s something to do with your mass having an influence over its
own destiny. The further you travel, the more completely you are
disappointed, and the further it is back with a hangover. Every
night I light one of the matches you left at my house and drop it
into a glass of water and try to sleep with my eyes open.MC.
If home is where the heart is, address my letters to the moon.
Whether it is decay or disbelief, the skin around our eye sockets
recedes daily. Don’t be surprised when the meaning of life starts
to rearrange itself – the principle of entropy states that this
universe is designed to decompose. I will never be as close to you
as I was yesterday. A lonely backyard cigarette will not result in
pissing smoke. Paradise is laughing at yourself, by yourself. Take
the knuckle away from your nostril and let yourself sneeze. You
can’t grab onto anything with a closed fist.CCC.
People who live in glass houses shouldn’t bury bones in their
basement. You don’t light your room on fire so you can find your
wallet; you do it so you can forget you ever had one. The
skeletons in your closet aren’t covered by home and contents so it
pays to keep them on your person at all times. Life insurance is
proof that being alive is counterintuitive to human flourishing.
Sometimes I wish I could die and be reincarnated as a crematory
urn, and be important to someone without having to be filled
with anything more conspiratorial than dust.
NPW2011: One Day Archaeologists… by Daniel Graham
Johannes Jakob
Sep 08, 2011
The following poem is from Voiceworks 85 Other, which you can buy here.
One Day Archaeologists Will Find a Hole in the Shape of Our Embracing Bodies Where We Were Deposited in a Prehistoric Marsh
by Daniel Graham (22)Your love is a woolly mammoth,
large, ponderous and sought by primitive man.
My love is a sabre-toothed tiger,
dangerous, unwieldy and violent.Your love is a Diplodocus,
long, and searching for leaves.
My love is an Ankylosaurus,
defensive, armoured and clubbed at the tail.Our love is Cro-Magnon man,
painting the walls, sleeping in furs,
waiting for the sun and the deer to return.
Our love is Cro-Magnon man.Roaming the icy countryside,
roaming the icy countryside, roaming
the icy countryside, lighting fires,
with flint.
NPW2011: don’t tell me your dreams by Rosa Campbell
Johannes Jakob
Sep 07, 2011
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The following poem is from Voiceworks 84 Pulp, which you can buy cheaply here.
don’t tell me your dreams
by Rosa Campbell (24)but in this one you are hiding
on the edge of Miami in a motel;
Echo Point or
North Palms.You said I could pick the name.
A smiling dolphin dives into the O –
of Echo
of North –her luminescence keeps you company
bathes you in neon through lacecurtains, underwear.
Every second second you are purple.
You smog up your room with menthol cigarettes to get rid of the smell
of air freshener
other bodies dirt
sad New Year’s Days.The dream goes for months.
You swan around in a robe, bare feet on manicured lawn
lazily eating boxed chocolates
reading the first pages of novels before casting them
restlessly aside.You trail your hands in a pool, slick like glass
you stare at yourself
but don’t look yourself
dustily glamorous
heavy with valiumto get rid of the smell.
You believe your horoscope
cultivate a mid-west accentdon’t tell me your dreams but
in this one
everything means exactly what it is
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