Hecate articles from October 1999

Hecate archives from October 1999

Editorial.
October 1, 1999... This second number of Hecate in our 25th Anniversary year has a short editorial--for once. This editorial was going to comment upon some more recent developments and debates in the 'second wave,' following on from some of the history of Hecate...

Simone de Beauvoir and Generations of Feminists.
October 1, 1999... As Germaine Greer notes, when women's liberationists signed their letters 'Yours in sisterhood,' they were identifying their shared identity in terms of a notional common generation. [1] Now, according to some commentators, the generation of...

Harriet gets a haircut.(Short Story)
October 1, 1999... In bright sunshine, Harriet wandered along the footpath to the group of shops near to her home. She walked past a long glass window with Zak's for hair scrawled in flamboyant fluorescent script. She stopped and looked in the mirrored door at...

Scenes from a Life in Feminism.
October 1, 1999... I am delighted and honoured by my invitation here to share in the celebration of this seventieth International Women's Day in Queensland. I am also pleased by a certain irony. The last time I was treated to refreshments at Queensland Parliament...

(En)Gendering the Digital Body: Feminism and the Internet.
October 1, 1999... The 1990s have seen the emergence of a significant new media form. Unparalleled commercial interest has been generated around the Internet which, in terms of its potential impact upon the conduct of Westernised societies, has been compared to...

The Snow Queen Game.(Short Story)
October 1, 1999... Lilith did not find the Snow Queen game straight away. She began by playing another computer game called 'Sleds'. In this game she slid across the frozen ice, through a hibernal maze of blue green glass. She raced against young boys on other...

Don't Call Me Grandma.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... Don't call me Grandma when I'm in here call me old witch Eva- that always stopped us on the threshold, words petering into breath, we'd watch a moment longer, she'd move between lumps of clay, a...

Curly Hair.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... in their lovely silk dresses the mine manager's daughters turning the dust driving into school in the hot desert air in a sulky with their shiny leather shoes and a bath every day while we walked then...

Albany Bound.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... The trees will slowly pass, also the bare earth --red brown against the white of tailings dumps. Staring out at familiar shopfronts and streets, Eva sits on the train. Jostling with tall chimneys in the...

Dolphin Call I.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... Most humans endow porpoises with human mirth, docility, goodwill; I've known people whose face was dolphin but they were dour, obstinate, uncivil particularly when stressed and rightly so! To equate physiognomies with...

Water Sex.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... Agnostic surfies, bleached zinced and oiled, like fallen angels seek THE WAVE religion before sun up. Out of a psychedelic night, their eyes glaze on a luminous curl in Malibu, Noosa Heads or Hawaii, run to the...

Springtide.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... (for M.A.) Full moon last night, knotty seaweed mats higher on the beach this sober dawn; once I harvested jumbo bags of compost on here-say algae decomposing boost the growth of homegrown vegetables. ...

Santa Monica.
October 1, 1999... I am sitting on the Beach at santa monica the world is at play on the pier. what does amuse these days? not Seagulls circling for the ferris wheel is better and you can be up there. not sounds of Surf for the...

Sleeping Beauty--Ode Noir.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... The creeper round her wrist had bloomed and died one hundred times; the gangrene to her armpit grown. Her fingernails took their revenge and pierced her side a century long. The snailtrails foamed upon her tongue; ...

East End Sanguine.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... Joan knows how to sigh as the chestnut tree unfurls in spring Joan can trade memories of war time condensed milk for the new flavours to roll on her tongue Joan wonders why her children won't see how steam clouds...

Learning To Live Without It: Women, Biography and Methadone.
October 1, 1999... This paper addresses some issues relating to Methadonemaintenance as a treatment for heroin addiction. From the position of a sociologist in Melbourne, I am aware that New South Wales has had a vigorous debate about Methadone, mainly presented...

Inheritance.(Short Story)
October 1, 1999... Twenty women sit behind twenty sewing machines. Two rows of ten, ten rows of two, a plantation of sweating brows. The engines roar, stopping and starting, an orchestra of pulleys, shafts and spinning wheels. There are young women, their hair...

Drunken, Selfish 'Boors?' Images of Masculinity in The Dawn.
October 1, 1999... The Dawn was published in Sydney from May 1888 until June 1905. It was the longest running women's journal of its time. As such, it has received a great deal of attention from historians, particularly feminist historians, seeking to understand...

The Girl of the Limberlost.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... (In memory of Gene Stratton Porter) I wait for the solemn neighbours of my imaginings to rouse when I confess that I sometimes lock myself inside the old pick-up on holiday-weekends, but they are used to cranky folk who shut themselves up....

Rich fabric.(Poem)(Brief Article)
October 1, 1999... you want to put me in a box and take me out to play when you are in a playing mood I will enlarge you are in a playing walls with rich fabric I will make room for sky to wheel about and throw its colours all around I will...

Rembrandt's First Wife.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... Saskia did you realise how public your dying would be? propped declining your head swathed already your eyes drawn like blinds. You look uncomforted your head has fallen awry, as he drew your dying ...

Homage to 'Chloe'.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... Chloe always was a wild girl, hanging in the public bar, a strange girl with no body hair--pubic or otherwise. She turned away from onlookers; her heavy thighs, whiter than bones, streched luminous in the twilight. Now...

Jennifer Lopez's Bottom and the Mysterious Laughter.(Short Story)
October 1, 1999... 1 Lou had the body of an acrobat, the mind of a guru and the heart of a born trouble maker. She'd often end her stories with the phrase: let that be a lesson to you, like she was some ancient oracle or at least somebody's goddamn...

The Discourses of Hysteria: Menopause, Art and the Body.
October 1, 1999... The artistic practices of women require deciphering, like monuments from lost or unfamiliar cultures. There is some system to the patterning of signs into meanings. We need, however, to find the codes that lend the symbols generated there...

Celluloid War.(Short Story)
October 1, 1999... The year of Timor. The Coral Sea. Kokoda and Bougainville are still to come. The shadow is all-encompassing. Fear starts and ends the day, eases its breasts on to the damask tablecloth and peels a limp cigarette from the corner of its mouth....

Dymphna Cusack: Beautiful Exile.
October 1, 1999... An Epistolary and Cautionary Tale Of What Happens to Tall Poppies When They Take On The Big End of Town Ellen (Nell) Dymphna Cusack was born on Sunday 21 September, 1902 in the New South Wales goldmining town of West Wyalong where, in...

Interview with Ruby Langford Ginibi and Penny van Toorn.(Interview)
October 1, 1999... This interview is a condensed version of two interviews conducted with Dr Ruby Langford Ginibi and Dr Penny van Toorn on consecutive days in October 1998. I initially interviewed Ruby alone in order to ask her about her earlier publishing...

Alternative Eves.(Critical Essay)
October 1, 1999... Eve Langley is known in histories of Australian literature as the author of two novels: The Pea-Pickers (1942) and White Topee (1954). The Pea-Pickers' first person account of two cross-dressing sisters, Steve and Blue, working as itinerant...

Grandma, 1919-1993.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... i You are twelve and overhear your bisexual mother planning to run away in the night with her lesbian lover we'll wait till she's asleep and we'll go someone else will take care of her but you say no ...

Lady Fingers.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... And I want one kilo of Lady Fingers. Cavendish are a lot cheaper Gran, Wouldn't you rather cavendish? No, I want Lady Fingers. I always worried about my Gran's budget. She always insisted on getting the most...

Overheard on a Suburban Train.(Poem)
October 1, 1999... My wife only thinks of flying taking off and landing at inconvenient times, gulping air that flows from mountain tops and trailing her feet through the feathered heads of ancient gums, detached in every way from earthly responsibilities,...

Someone Who Is Crying (For Caroline King).(Poem)
October 1, 1999... Everyone knows someone who is crying finds the tears accumulating in pride and outrage; such opposition. I hear fat noises, hiccupping sounds behind a closed door or pressed into a shoulder, swallowed into a head thin with the jealousy of...