Quinn Eades

Phillip Hall Reviews Quinn Eades and Gabrielle Everall

St Ignatius of Loyola is supposed to have said: ‘Give me a boy until the age of seven, and I will own the man’. Well, the Baptists had me for a lot longer than my first seven years, and subsequently, I have lived a most conventional life.

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Queer Modes: New Australian Poetry

I did not want to build a falling-down house of rhetoric
Or even one that could stand all the huffing and puffing

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Today it is raining and I am glad for this falling down house that still keeps the wet out. I write in pyjamas. I write with a mosquito bite on the arch of my left foot. I write with a …

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Review Short: Quinn Eades’s all the beginnings: a queer autobiography of the body

The world can never be understood in quite the same way after having seen Eades’s ‘body’ written into these pages. It is an intimate connection, sometimes an embracing, but sometimes a turning away from that which feels too exposed but still draws the eye.

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I am already dead. Already, I am dead. I am gone. Already, I am gone. You are reading this when I am gone. Dis. Integrate. Already I am earth ash leaf caterpillar, the tomato between your teeth. Already I am …

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