Hecate articles from May 1995

Hecate archives from May 1995

'Us Creole': intersubjectivity, Empire and the politics of meaning-making in autobiography.
May 1, 1995...... significantly, the evidence of the maps hanging on the walls around give the lie to the image of the isolated sceptred isle, the little world all on its own. They make it clear that the nation [Britain] could only survive, be victualled,...

The company of the loveless. (short story)
May 1, 1995... Did you fuck him? This was the question before my handbag hit the table. I smiled my greeting and dug my hand in the pocket of my jacket for the price of a drink. Certainly did. Frowning at my friend in mock-distaste I proceeded to the...

After the fairy tale. (poem)
May 1, 1995... As usual I get the blame, The crone is always evil. I only wanted her to stay up there long enough to finish her education, so she wouldn't end up like the rest of them, ordinary and overworked, fat with babies every other year. She said I was...

Break the cycle. (poem)
May 1, 1995... Hit me again and i swear i'll call the cops/ brother got to stop fightin me i'm your sister Lisa Bellear

I feel the need to return home. (poem)
May 1, 1995... orgasm yours satisfies you snorning moon light filters through the night rain cat and i share the fireside warm hens all killed the fox now wanders in daylight aloneness of one even when together evening the lone duck left on the dam comes home...

Empty no mother. (poem)
May 1, 1995... year of the family leaning too heavily on woman the night before 'mother's day' alone his treat wanting to take me gambling at the casino my own need to return to my home town new window frames for the house where i grew up empty no mother on...

Henceforth. (poem)
May 1, 1995... 1. In a blessed state of fecundity each month she retches in relief at the bloody signals, prays to the Lord for a child while the family can hear, confesses at another church how the thought of conception makes her hysterical and says her...

Mother's day. (poem)
May 1, 1995... send a card a bunch of flowers buy her chocolates take her out don't let her think the exercise was pointless don't let her think if she should start to wonder what it was all about she might find out. Gloria B. Yates

Lilith. (poem)
May 1, 1995... Sometimes, just for the shock of it, Lilith would hold out her lined palms. A witch, the children would say. They'd shriek and runaway. Our teacher's a witch, the children would tell their parents. Lilith shows her palms now. They're...

Virginia Woolf. (poem)
May 1, 1995... She paddles in the weedy shallows stepping carefully over stones While all the while words sing their slippery way through her pulsing head. Virginia gazes across the water seeking immortality and packs her pockets with pretty little pebbles....

Back of the courthouse toilet door. (poem)
May 1, 1995... A.P. How long do we have to wait? 4 --UntiL you do something else Wrong J.P. FUCK You A.P. LOVES J.P. = ania loves jacek who fUCk You ap4jp cares fuck you ALL POLICE SHOULD fUCK you fUCK YOU BE SHOT AT BIRTH FUCK YOU --before birth (abortion)...

A body divided. (poem)
May 1, 1995... a story for the world a story for the world to read he wrote a story on her body for the world to read and as he wrote his story on her body his story on her body for the world to read he split the body of her text he split the body of her text...

Exploring the differences: feminist theory in a multicultural society.
May 1, 1995... They say that the bread of exi1e is bitter, yet it nourishes us.(1) One of the most significant aspects of post-World War II migration to Australia has been the increasing diversification in the ethnic composition of immigrants. Currently, the...

Stretched elastic and story time. (short story)
May 1, 1995... He listened to me read, and I could sense his erection. I read and made my voice soft and textile. I felt his fingers begin to flick on my ankle. It is a dry, heated tale I am reading, by some American woman who lives with her two cats and a...

Spring song. (poem)
May 1, 1995... (For Juliet) Woke early this morning To spring birds singing. Did you hear them too? And under scar tissue Stretched thin and taut As a kettle drum, Old wounds throbbed and ached To bloom blood red again Like their first brilliant flowering In...

Papatuanuku. (poem)
May 1, 1995... i am Papatuanuku giving completely i hold strength in its upright form - my base maps the pattern of mottled life, rain and rivers. when the rest is gone you will know me - you who press on my skin tread the body you do not recognize: with...

Shaking the tree. (poem)
May 1, 1995... For Janaka Goanna is moving on the land holding the clans together. Red kangaroo in a separate movement draws its claws on the stratified rock face the cliff that moves against the wind . . . And red earth blowing as we walk the long road of...

I need no definition. (interview with Roma Potiki, Maori artist, playwright, producer, director and actor)(Interview)
May 1, 1995... Roma Potiki, of the Te Aupouri, Te Rarawa and Ngati Rangitahi, is an artist, playwright, producer, director and actor. Her poetry collection Stones in Her Mouth was published in 1992 by IWA. Roma talked with Briar Wood on 26 July 1994. How did...

I am a woman who fills her days like balloons. (poem)
May 1, 1995... For Sarah Morris I am a woman who fills her days like balloons. Puffing the baking of breads in the mornings, chatting to my new ferns, scribbling notes on the edges of envelopes, nibbling the borders of dry biscuits, feeding liquid to my...

Inside gossip. (short story)
May 1, 1995... Now I say it as shouldn't, but I've been here fifty-two years. I've kept all these Systems working pretty well and do I get any appreciation? No. All I hear is moan, moan, moan. She just doesn't care. She thinks because vegetarian food and plenty...

I finally turn around. (poem)
May 1, 1995... I finally turn round Behind me weird laughter Spiders eyelight everywhere Laneways crawling with it On tired thoroughfares there is no laughter The wind stamping its feet along beside Growing clumps of golden dust Springtime is narrowing its...

Mother and daughter. (poem)
May 1, 1995... Walking into the days of your coma I and you are the same age Your breathing becomes mud-fishy Your facial tissues turn into black soil You ask silence to paint our portraits Paint us into the same woman To differentiate the two of us, you ask me...

The matriarch. (poem)
May 1, 1995... Only her sons stand high in her heart: that narrow isthmus in a sea known for its savage calms: the treachery of time. Only her daughters stay at her side: that failing earth-hard pelt full of proud blood, rules and ideals intractable as death...

Remember the Pink Elephant? (metaphorical landmarks)
May 1, 1995... In Clive Moore's piece in Hecate XX/i, last year, one sentence in particular jumped out at me, recalling long past places and events whose very existence I have sometimes been close to doubting. Moore asked: "Who has heard of the Pink Elephant...

Anthologizing the minority.
May 1, 1995... The Same cannot emerge except in relation to the Other; in a diachronic scale, the varieties of Otherness are successively incorporated into the Same by the ongoing displacement of the site of the Other.(1) Feminist positions on Migrant and...

Grandma's tale. (short story)
May 1, 1995... - Crianca, quem brinca com fogo faz xixi na cama! - Yes, grandma, we already know the story of playing with fire and wetting our beds. It was somewhere small in South America, a lost tropical paradise for the visiting children; a place of...

My (re)birth. (poem)
May 1, 1995... When I was born the midwife who assisted my mother - a wise elderly black woman from one of the many ghettos I was introduced to - washed her hands in the blood of this/that innocent. When I was born my mother in pain and relief cried quietly...

Fat. (poem)
May 1, 1995... Fresh-cut fennel filled my room with liquorice gnawing, gnawing frail dietary air, contemplating finger buns cream kisses and chocolate eclairs. I am Superman splitting my corset of despair flying through the air with X-ray vision spotting...

Of ladies dead. (poem)
May 1, 1995... We were talking about history, of ladies dead. Three workplace colleagues, a man and two women. He knew the score and laid down the law. The secrets of past queens, spies and lustful bishops were as familiar as gossip at the end of his telephone....

The third time. (poem)
May 1, 1995... The third time I slept with him he said, 'Sex with you feels great, it must be all the olive oil you people eat.' Later he wondered why that time was the last time. Maria Fresta

My fridge. (poem)
May 1, 1995... something rots in the fridge maybe an old zucchini shoved behind a mound of spaghetti I cooked two weeks ago. carrots soften impotently my fridge requires discipline a shaking-up fast hands. A stable brain. At least my milk is current the...

Kitchen feet. (poem)
May 1, 1995... Pristine my kitchen dare a dirty foot descend on freshly washed floor pre-occupied by washing I noticed not when feet grew up walked out into the world now no feet but mine to walk my pristine kitchen any more Frances Martin

Casuarina - political conniver? (poem)
May 1, 1995... Hi, Casuarina. No, don't move. You've got a top spot. I'll come to you. Lose this position and we're history. Move ahead and they'll cut you out DEAD. The war's not over, just legally climbing . . . and high level talks require tree-top vision...

At the anti-racism conference. (poem)
May 1, 1995... 1. someone an expert he must be was talking about the gypsies in a room that was filled to the back wall with people of different colours sizes hair eyes clothes and feet who obviously understood english judging by the meticulously compiled lists...

Them/us. (poem)
May 1, 1995... they live across the street/we live here they mow lawns regularly/we eat rice they say G'Die/we say nihao they watch behind closed curtains/we comment behind doors they don't phone us/we haven't their numbers they won't lend anything/we wouldn't...

Necessary surgery. (poem)
May 1, 1995... From my indoor plant words drop down on my writing pad becoming needle cushions for ideas how to start my letters to smooth the distance between us. Science fictional love with its quotation mark of the future doesn't help us right now, neither...

'It's what happens after you're born that gets it knocked out of you.' (interview with Evelyn Conlon)(Interview)
May 1, 1995... Has there been any particular feature of your background or life that contributed to you becoming a writer? In other words, was there a catalyst of some kind, or was writing always an option for you? Yes, it was always an option, but, of...

From 'Te Haerenga Kainga' ('Cowrie II'). (excerpt from 'Te Haerenga Kaenga' [The Return Journey])
May 1, 1995... Darkness. Nothing but darkness. Chaos. Words lash her like branches, ripping at her skin, thorns tearing her body. She must climb higher, get away. The wind whips her from all four directions. If only she can get to that top branch. Will it hold...

The New Zealand buddy movie: men, cars and the rise (and fall) of the feminist thriller.
May 1, 1995... Sleeping Dogs (1977) and Good-bye Pork Pie (1981) were important films in the beginnings of the New Zealand film industry, the former because it was the first in the new wave of New Zealand films, the latter because of its popularity - it has...

Our story. (trauma and mainstream vs. cultural healing process)
May 1, 1995... Motherhood Which part of me will answer, when you choose to call Which part of my woman will help before you fall I know that it's not easy, to choose one part of me It's making new decisions, that stops me to see How can I go on this way, I'm...

Feminism and the Technological Fix.
May 1, 1995... The types of questions that have been asked in the titles of articles on the subject of science in women's studies literature, a subject that has become known as "The Science Question in Feminism"(1) articulate the existence of a division between...

Feminism Confronts Technology.
May 1, 1995... The types of questions that have been asked in the titles of articles on the subject of science in women's studies literature, a subject that has become known as "The Science Question in Feminism"(1) articulate the existence of a division between...

Science and Sensibility: Gender and Scientific Enquiry, 1780-1945.
May 1, 1995... The types of questions that have been asked in the titles of articles on the subject of science in women's studies literature, a subject that has become known as "The Science Question in Feminism"(1) articulate the existence of a division between...

Inventing Women: Science, Technology and Gender.
May 1, 1995... The types of questions that have been asked in the titles of articles on the subject of science in women's studies literature, a subject that has become known as "The Science Question in Feminism"(1) articulate the existence of a division between...