Editorial #40 UNTRUE
Get ready for barefaced lies, subterfuge, untrustworthy memories, and alternate realities desired and undesired.
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Get ready for barefaced lies, subterfuge, untrustworthy memories, and alternate realities desired and undesired.
Editorial #40 UNTRUE Read More »
It was then that she looked at me, her face fresh and unburdened by the last two decades—illuminated by the light, the soft coins of the poplars falling around us—and asked if I had ever caught a falling leaf. I told her I hadn’t ever tried and she seemed surprised, said that she had always wanted to but never could.
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I do not write in service of nation, family, or progress. I do not believe in lineage, revolution, or the moral hygiene of literature. What I believe in is fracture. The crack between a sentence and its translation. The glitch between a story and its structure. The betrayal between a word and the thing it tries to mean. I was not born into a canon—I arrived as an interruption. I write not to belong, but to expose belonging itself as a myth.
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Only dingoes now / The trees don’t weep here / it never got so hot their children kept dying / The rivers don’t dry up and wither to nothing / And I don’t exist / But so what?
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A prettier beast: I am vanishing behind the hinge on a crystal blueglass lid.
Anything can be smeared with silver. Assisted discovery; the mouth of an alien spaceship.
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Comic of The Suburban Review #40: UNTRUE by Stick Mob Studio. Image is a blue-toned sketched image of Spencer Hill Atnellkertyarliweke, Alice Springs. The image is separated into two sections on the page horizontally: the top half of the image depicting above ground and the lower half depicting underground.
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