Painting. Hope.

Just yesterday a wall mural was painted in front of the UQ Union’s women’s collective and international collective room. The artwork painted by Lily Ghali, a fine arts student, conveys deep bittersweet meaning. The Semper Floreat team was incredibly lucky and honoured to be able to attend the artist’s painting process and interview her to […]

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“But I, being poor, have only my dreams”: POETRY AND THE WORKER

Yeats’ ‘Easter 1916’ poem addresses the rising, and it vacillates between admiration for the rebels and criticism of Britain’s response, in particular reckoning that everything now is different: “All changed, changed utterly: / A terrible beauty is born”. Note the oxymoron: Yeats writes in another poem “Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone”. He thus questions whether the deaths were needless, as England might have granted Ireland its freedom without the rebellion.

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BEWARE THE BUNYIP

Something sinister lurks in the slimy, primordial UQ lakes. Strange bubbling, churning water and unexplained disappearances of students have caused alarm ever since the lakes were created. We investigate what ominous presence could be behind these events and why the university administration insists on covering it up. The UQ lakes were originally formed by damming […]

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“Pushing the ?️”

Many of you would have noticed a strange trend occurring on various social media platforms in the last few days, which involves the use of emoji ?️. Whether you’ve seen this on a group chat, tweets or Instagram meme page comment sections, the new P meme is taking up a storm.

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Larrikin Holiday Blues

I was filthy shit at coding, and I soon regretted my enrolment. Having failed my first assignment, I decided it would be best to drop the course before suffering academic penalty. Months remained, in the summer semester, and my parents were convinced I was still enrolled; each day I would get out of bed later, go to uni later, and come back home later. Guilt built up inside me.

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