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Angelique Bletsas
To Seduce The Sun Where is the sun? Monday morning the earth revolves more slowly then on any other. Monday morning the world is a ferris wheel in orbit; Machinery sticks, Skinny legs hang in cages suspended, mid air, mid spin, As time sets spinning backwards on a broken axis. Clogged spokes. Fairy lights glimmer… Angelique Bletsas weiterlesen
Gerald Ganglbauer
Multicultural Publishing – How hard is it to do in Australia? Mabel Lee (Wild Peony) chaired a panel of publishers at the Carnivale Literary Festival, New South Wales Writers’ Centre, Rozelle. Invited were Raghid Nahhas (Kalimat), Ivor Indyk (HEAT), Veronica Sumegi (Brandl & Schlesinger), and myself. Here is my short answer: it’s bloody pointless, mate.… Gerald Ganglbauer weiterlesen
Christina Conrad
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Bernhard Kainerstorfer
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Ines Windheuser
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Ingeborg Bachmann
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Martina Pfeiler
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Marianne Gaponenko
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Billy Marshall-Stoneking
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