The camera is indeed Miller's weapon, and his photographs are the evidence necessary for us to grasp if we truly want to understand the nuances of the political and social upheavals je has witnessed i...

It’s this kind of enthusiasm that propels Why We Garden, a book written by an author who really knows plants — not just their names and whether they like full sun or part shade, but intimate details l...

"Do you spend most of your day talking to people who don't agree with you? If you're serious about building class politics, the answer is yes." (Jane McAlevey)

Understanding that women face violence in public space as a direct result of poor urban design, the GSUD framework identifies introducing wider footpaths, better street lighting, green spaces with goo...

To cite the words of a former Israeli intelligence officer, Gaza became an 'assassination factory'. In this sense, AI's true role has been to create a sense of distance from, and provide an alibi for,...

Sponsored by Trinity College at the University of Melbourne and supporters, the Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers, established in 2014, recognises the talent of young Indigenous writers...

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One explanation for the enthusiastic uptake of the book by many on the left is that it answers to a longing for someone to particularise our political moment, one of whose defining features is apparen...

Told in three voices, The Northern Tomb is an ambitious novel revolving around three main characters and spanning eighty years of Chinese history in all its turmoils from the 1940s to the end of COVID...

When he is small enough to fit under your chin you squeeze him so tight Daisy tells you to stop or he’ll turn blue. Give him some air, she says, laughing. Let him breathe for God’s sake.

Join Antoun Issa, Soaliha Iqbal, and Monique Hurley for a conversation about sustaining critical reporting in hostile conditions.

This workshop invites writers to identify and interrogate the voices--both internal and external--that shape what gets written down, and what stays silent. Through guided exercises and group discussio...

On that day, Palestine stood at the centre of one of Australia’s most recognised landmarks, and a broad and powerful public movement became visible. It was ready to defend Palestinian rights, but also...

Convocation is only an advisory body, and holding one will still leave us a long way from the democratic university we need. But at a time like this, we need to make use of any mechanisms we have to c...

The government needs to know that this place is sacred and we want Pine Gap to be closed down. Since the base was built, we’ve been locked out of our own sacred land. We can’t go there with our famili...

A few years ago, I overheard an antiquarian bookseller tell one of his customers that while he didn’t mind reading, he was really more interested in the “book as object”. I was reminded of this while ...

Wadi Fukin is a small Palestinian village located ten kilometres to the west of Bethlehem. Hemmed in by Israeli settlements, it sits isolated in the valley floor straddling the Green Line (the 1949 Ar...

As Yugoslavia disintegrated in a storm of nationalism and genocide, Western leaders watched with a mix of glee, condescension, and horror. Glee at the fall of a socialist federation, condescension tow...

I appear unto the living, the disabled angel of death casting fear into your eyes when you look, & look away. It hurts you to look.

Two months ago, mining billionaire Gina Rinehart stood before the News Corp National Bush Summit in Townsville and proposed a radical reshaping of northern Queensland's landscape. Her plan was to esta...

It is a strange thing, to be a critic in a time when so many things leave you speechless. Amid the rise of fascism, racism, genocide and censorship, I have been wondering about the point of writing wo...

The single-sentence novel is having a moment. In the past three years alone, two Nobels (Fosse, Krasznahorkai) and a Pulitzer (Kraus) have been awarded to authors who have written them. While it might...

The inevitable morning, for example. Winter’s stars fi-nally trapped in droplets, their globular prisons beaded at bladepoint on knives of grass, a horrid boogie.

The man walks down the fluorescent-lit corridor to his death. He thinks of his father, telling him what distinguished strength from weakness; his mother, absent behind an ethanol cloud; the congealed ...

I take my body to the movies. I pay for a seat in the back row and feed her popcorn while the opening credits roll. It’s a thriller, one of those recent ones made to look old. I guess at who the kille...

Eutastrophe is an alternative to the jack-boot and to the cruelty of fascism. It is people of goodwill, agreeing to co-operate, despite that all divides us.It is not the world that most anti-fascists ...

How could I claim to love my home and not recognise this military zone as part of it? The checkpoint is part of this homeland! All this time I had known a different Palestine. How could I have not kno...

We have built our cities on the quiet delusion that a turning tap is an infinite resource. We plant green lawns around our houses and water public parks in the middle of summer. As long as the water f...

G-d, Sleep, and Chaos — Alan Fyfe's debut poetry collection — begins with something. The something calls out. But then the something doesn’t tell. The something remembers something: Egypt. Then the so...

At its core, Crip Stories is a book that says calmy and quietly, “We are here”. It offers insights into disability discrimination in education, employment and the healthcare system, as well as the com...

But then, not all “sonnets” are great either! Lots of people still laugh at Cubism for example, and there is a lot of “bad” examples of it, but “habituation” and “training” changes all that, and admit...

When the racist motive of a crime is not named, part of the experience disappears from the official story. The attack left me anxious. I now think before wearing a keffiyeh in public, not only because...

A poem by Shen Haobo, translated from the Chinese by Liang Yujing

“The only lottery I’ve ever won” quips Rowan Cahill about turning twenty — the date of his birthday being his number in the “lottery of death” or “blood lottery” run by the Australian government for c...

The violence of Islamophobia diminishes the ability of Muslims, as Muslims, to narrate themselves and project themselves into a future. But to insist on complexity is not to evade responsibility. It i...

Customers, shareholders and experts agree that Time BuddyTM increases productivity. The Employee feels tremendous pressure to log their time. This pressure builds to the point The Employee stares at t...

Revitalising local news could create space for journalists who are genuinely invested in the communities they report on, giving them the time to develop and preserve the Australian voices that might o...

History shows that when housing is at risk, communities respond. Whether it is an economic depression, overdevelopment or a housing crisis, moments such as these demonstrate people’s ability to meet h...

I have written for my bread and butter (usually margarine!) ever since I failed high school in 1965. I have made both a fortune from it as well as nothing. I have had popular daily or weekly newspaper...

Praiseworthy is maybe the first novel in the world which takes all of these pressures completely seriously. It is an attempt to think a planet in “polycrisis”: beset on all sides by exploitation, geno...

Independent media outlets holding institutions to account have been gaining prominence over the past year, with organisations like Deepcut, Ette Media and Lamestream speaking to a frustrated media aud...

It would suit the interests of our would-be techno-fedual overlords for each of us to simply fret, individually and impotently, about the situation, while the economic foundations of our lives are hol...

it is no longer enough / to hold love in the body without moving it outwards / towards the world or the big daddy man the ‘climate’ / who does not fit on a screen or in the palm of a hand: / refuses t...