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Waiting

14 September 202011 September 2020TW

Sarah St Vincent Welch

Listen to Sarah reading ‘Waiting’ (1:51).

https://notsoquietcom.files.wordpress.com/2020/09/waiting-sstvw.m4a

 

Sarah St Vincent Welch is a Canberra based writer. Her chapbook OPEN was published in 2019 and is available on the Rochford Press website.

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Mini-magazine: Translating the Love Songs of Meerabai

Translations, improvisations and interpretations of two songs of Meerabai, a sixteenth-century Rajasthani mystic poet, singer and dancer.

Image of Meerabai with musical instrument.

Translating the Love Songs of Meerabai

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Issue 7, September 2020

Image a woman, eyes closed, under water with hair flowing out with the current.

'Whatevahappentu Wiimpatji Noongu (Barkindji Woman)' by Teena McCarthy. A descendant of the Stolen Generations, this piece is a self-portrait of the artist lying on her ancestral riverbed. McCarthy says: 'When I go home to my grandmother’s country of Broken Hill, NSW, I lay in the River Darling. I imagine the water running over me - for we, the Barkindji, we are the river, and the water is our blood'.

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