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Welcome to GR Online, a series of short-form articles that take aim at the moving target of contemporary culture as it’s whisked along the guide rails of innovations in digital media, globalisation and late-stage capitalism.

An statue of a mother holding a child.

Beyond brokenness

I’m convinced that, along with the unfinished claims of 1970s feminism, the long shadow of neoliberalism fuels artistic representations of maternal ambivalence. I have learnt that parenting, community-building and caregiving are not just magnificent but intellectually challenging and historically shaped in a way that I rarely see taken seriously in contemporary art.

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The lemon tree, in winter

I couldn’t figure out why sending children out of reservations into dormitories was the right thing to do. To me, it felt like a repeat of them mission days – scars of assimilation woven and buried within the schooling system. Today, I find myself grappling with the younger version of myself who didn’t know how to stand up for herself and her Aboriginal and Islander friends more.

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Double bind

Language is central to the way we experience the world and is how we interact with one another, share ideas and knowledge, understand history and patterns, and protest. It’s also how we understand our psyche. I deploy language daily in my therapy rooms to explore how people understand themselves and the world. Without speech, there is no collective; when democracy starts moving towards oppression, speech is always one of the first things to be policed.

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Heart and history

Yasmin Smith is a poet and editor of South Sea Islander, Kabi Kabi, Northern Cheyenne and English heritage. Her work has appeared in Overland, Meanjin, frankie magazine, and Island. In 2024, she won the Nakata Brophy Prize for her poem ‘Dawning in the Rivulet of My Father’s Mourning’ and the Gwen Harwood Poetry Prize for ‘The Burial Feathers’. In addition to her writing pursuits, Yasmin works as an editor.

Menopause™

Because I was not yet forty-five, my doctor asked the pathologist to look at my fertility hormones. The results showed that while my ovaries were still producing oestradiol, the strongest form of oestrogen, my levels of follicle-stimulating hormone and luteinising hormone were high. These results indicated I was perimenopausal – I would likely go through menopause sometime in the next two years.

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Rent-a-grave

Renewable or limited grave tenure is considered a niche burial option by the few cemeteries in New South Wales that offer it. I hadn’t heard of it until I began looking into sustainable deathcare after a conversation with a friend about water cremation (or alkaline hydrolysis): a process whereby the body is broken down in a steel vat of hydrogen peroxide and water, heated to 93 degrees.

A silhouette of a person staring out a window.

A diasporic dilemma 

I was confined within the borders of a country, practising a borderless art in the only language I could express myself in: Turkish. Everything I wrote back then merely imitated the works I was familiar with – Turkish classics I had to study in school, and some prominent writers from Iran, Russia and Brazil. It wasn’t until my late teens – when I discovered writers like Jhumpa Lahiri, Amy Tan and Ahdaf Soueif – that I realised there were stories that existed beyond the boundaries of any one nation’s literary traditions.

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Ghostwriting in the machine

Ask ChatGPT a few basic questions, and the responses all begin in the same way: That’s a really insightful question! That’s a deep and fascinating question! When asked if it lies to please people, it still responds with flattery: That’s a tough but important question . . . You calling that out is actually helpful. LLMs don’t challenge the ideas and beliefs shared by the humans using them. Their programming won’t let them.

Ripples travelling outwards on the surface of a lake. The sun is setting in the distance. The image evokes a sense of calm.

Grin and bear it 

Girls are taught to be quiet and competent, accommodating and pleasant, nurturing and helpful. Eldest daughters shoulder the burdens of everyone around them. From the womb to the urn, women fix and soothe; the archetype is wired by social constructs and our environment.

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Hold fast to yourself

There was once some reward for effort on social media, when our carefully curated feeds allowed our curiosities to roam and discover points of cultural interest that appealed to us. On today’s platforms, the act of choosing has been ruthlessly substituted by the act of receiving.

A single book upon concrete is consumed by flames.

Why books burn

Epistemicide is the systemic annihilation and devaluation of knowledge and knowledge systems because of broader political pursuits. These pursuits are sought by a group of people whose aim is to disconnect another group from their cultural identities, histories and futures.

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Ladies who doth protest too much

TERFs speak with self-appointed authority about the mental health and wellbeing of trans women but fail to explicate reasons for their own obsession with another’s gender. The real question, then, is why are TERFs so concerned with trans women and the way they live their lives?

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