Šime Knežević



Kameron Lai Reviews Suneeta Peres da Costa and Šime Knežević

While I am hesitant to pathologise the diasporic experience (it is indeed a site of joy!), the effects of displacement often feel proximate to malady. I am always cautious to frame diaspora in such ways – it would not be genuine of me to pretend as if it were always a joyful experience, or something that I have never felt ashamed about. And there is guilt in that shame. Suneeta Peres da Costa’s The Prodigal (2024) and Šime Knežević’s In Your Dreams (2025) stoke the fever in my heart that aches and involuntarily turns to ugly feelings, pleated over and over as I make sense of my place in relation to contemporary Australia and my ancestral homelands.

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Invisible Walls: Poetry as a Doorway to Intercultural Understanding

The selection of poems we offer here is written by poets participating in a two-year intercultural exchange program between Korean and Australian poets.

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Postcard from nowhere

I chose the path of a tourist, thinking I could rescue my inner peace, as if it were held for cheap ransom at this temple, museum, or town square. I only found other tourists.

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Poetry

Picked up the gist of lock-picking as I went along. Easy as breaking into a loaf of bread. Made a good generalisation of a poster boy: brow furrowed, slightly parted lips, aerodynamic. Worst thing to grow the distance within oneself. …

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Gwangjang

Other people like to tell us who we are and where we belong. Let’s split. Into pronominal debris. And make a virtue of indeterminacy. You — I. Cross-reference and advocate. Advocate for renewal, common ground and alter-egos. Our respective you …

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Logo

I am a simple gesture to repeat, a flow. I am a phrase I never know when to say, for example, “la grapefruit.” I am a slideshow, I remember thanks, have a nice day, and that’s a good song, and …

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