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A poem written by Daniel Jeffries Near the beating heart of Brisbane, where a song was blaring on; A brood of rich, drunk students, conducted a marathon. In their untied bow ties, with their partners by their side – the race was on, to wet their whistle, or to be red-eyed. These men were full […]
Continue ReadingOne of my fondest memories of my childhood is my dad reading me the comic Calvin and Hobbes. The tattered collections of the comic strip remain in my room today, and probably always will. Bill Watterson’s Calvin and Hobbes follows six-year-old Calvin and his best friend, a stuffed toy tiger, Hobbes. The comic’s emotional and […]
Continue ReadingWhat is with our fixation on fear? As humans, we are biologically programmed to be in constant fear – it may seem caveman-ish, but it’s our survival instinct. When it comes to watching films, jump scares, tense music scores, and sharp sounds can all heighten our feeling of fear. So why do we love horror […]
Continue ReadingGothic fiction has been a popular literary genre since it was first conceived in Horace Walpole’s 1764 novel The Castle of Otranto. While Gothic fiction is varied, three main aspects characterise the genre: an environment of fear, threats of the supernatural, and intrusion of the past onto the present. Sometimes, these three combine into one […]
Continue ReadingIt is no small feat to have made it to 2025 without seeing Coralie Fargeat’s The Substance, and almost impossible to not have heard of its presence permeating social media for months. The Substance has divided viewers, with some hailing it as a feminist masterpiece, whilst others condemn it as a vacuous horror-fest which clumsily […]
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I hope this experience can serve as a lesson to some of you who participated, and – of course – I hope that you all find what you’re looking for.
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Poetry by Anonymous Visiting a friend, a simple call to health,You came out of nowhere, completely out of stealth.Draped in crimson red, bold and free,A presence unexpected, a twist in destiny. At first, your gaze felt sharp, a touch judgmental,Yet, beneath the surface, a depth elemental.Perhaps it was my folly, too sentimental to see,The layers […]
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Poetry by Owen Sinclair Wandering from one place to another,A cloudless Meanjin sky one summer,I passed the print of a eucalypt leaf:Veins, margins, stem typed on Camp Hill concrete.And though I was only just passing byI retraced my last step and wondered whyThe owner of this print had decidedTo shed its stamp so the two […]
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Not everything lands, and that’s part of what’s great!
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But the thing that I am most clear on, is that, while I still get a headache at the mention of Absurdism, it has taught me a valuable message about what art truly is.
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