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7 An Open Letter 8 Bullying for grown-ups 9 Child Pageants Down Under? 10 The Future of Apple 12 How To Tell You’re Getting Old 13 What do you do...? 14 Featured Artist: Elouise van RietGray
18 Introducing: Erik Yvon 20 Fashion: Back to Black 26 Style Spotter 28 Sips & Nibbles 29 Eggs and Soldiers: Easter Style 32 Crafty Folk: Minski 34 Travel: To Johnny and Mehmet 37 Short Story: Time Only Flows One Way
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Editor Jil Hogan Creative Director/Co-Editor Sarah Robertson Lead Designer/Web Design Rowan Hogan Editorial Coordinator Kristian Hollins Layout and Design Jil Hogan Photography Sarah Robertson, Rowan Hogan, Linsey Rendell, Jen Halpin, Lilian Hii, Jade McClain Contributors Kristian Hollins, Bec McGuire, Anna Angel, Dani Hanrahan, Kade Morton Cover by Elouise van Riet-Gray Advertising & Marketing advertise@biscuitmagazine.com.au www.biscuitmagazine.com.au biscuit magazine is free and issued monthly. Email contact@biscuit magazine. com.au. ABN 33 407 496 992. No part of this magazine may be reproduced without written permission from the copyright holder.
Editor’s Note
Wishing all biscuit readers a Happy Easter and a safe and relaxing break. Remember, life is short - eat dessert first! Jil & Sarah
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all the bits and pieces you need to get you through the month O ppu r t u ni te s
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Young and emerging artists from across the country are invited to apply for the 2011 Splendid program. The program is looking for artists who are under 30 or in the first five years of practice across visual arts, theatre, dance, design, installation, architecture, digital media, sound, text and other creative pursuits to dream up ideas and create work for festival audiences. The experience could potentially springboard your creative practice to a whole new level. Applications due by 5pm on Monday 2 May 2011. For more info check out www.splendid.org.au
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The Independent Music Project at QUT in Brisbane is looking for around 50 of Brisbane’s best independent bands and songwriters to attempt a world first: recording 100 songs in 100 hours. The project will focus local, national, and international attention on Brisbane’s best independent music and help identify and promote exciting new talent. The event will be broadcast nationally on Triple J. To apply visit: www.qmusic.com.au
Applications close 22nd April 2011
This month, be seduced by T2’s vintage range of tea wares sourced from all over the world. The perfect gift for Mother’s Day! Our pick? The Mothers day tea cubes ($16) available in three delicious flavours: Green Rose, Strawberries and Cream and French Earl Grey. www.t2tea.com
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We chat to Connor (guitar and keys) from Perth band Lacey about the songs monopolising his iPod this month:
Lotus Flower - Radiohead: Every time Radiohead release anything, a unicorn is born. This song rides that unicorn straight into a electric pink sun. Splitting the Atom - Massive Attack: What a release Heligoland was, blew me away. I couldn’t want more from a song. Amazing lyrics, great production, goes where it needs to go. Orphans - Beck: Beck always is very easy to listen to. Modern Guilt has some really cool sounds on it. The song Gamma Ray is another favourite of mine. Jolene - The White Stripes: I guess you could say that I’m taking the breakup a little hard. This cover is hard to stop listening too. Pug - Smashing Pumpkins: Such great drum sounds in this song, relatively simple but insanely effective. It’s off Adore, a really great Pumpkins’ record.
Remember how hilarious you were last night after five glasses of red wine? Are the comments you made on Facebook a bit different to your recollection of the evening? Do you wish the photos you posted never saw the light of day? Or do you just curse the day you got Facebook on your phone and it was just so easy to access? Enter Last Night Never Happened. Just specify the timeframe on this handy app, and it will delete all social networking activity. If only the hangover was erased that easily... lastnightapp.com
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Toddy O from The Bloodpoets
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is anything by Florence and the My collection is called ‘addicted Machine or Angus and Julia to love’ after Robert Palmer’s Stone. 90’s hit.
If I could swap lives with anyone My professional highlight so far I wouldn’t because I couldn’t has been one of my designs been imagine being anyone but myself. featured in Cosmopolitan Bride.
The first sewing machine I ever I’m Sofia Polak and I am the owned is the one I am still usfounder of s o f i a p o l a k- a ing now. It is my most prized cocktail, evening wear label. possession. I grew up in Canberra. My favourite thing to do when I realised I wanted to be a de- I’m bothered is to do somesigner when I decided to go thing that makes me laugh. back to school to get a terti- If I had to eat one thing for the ary education. rest of my life it would be my When I’m designing I am in- Dad’s cooking.
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You will rarely catch me without my engagement ring on.
One thing that drives me is being able to do what I love.
When I’m inspired I always get my sketch book out. Something about me that would really surprise people about me is that I am fluent in Spanish. www.sofiapolak.com.au
Image courtesy of Sofia Polak. Oppostie: Words by Jil Hogan
Sofia Polak
spired and excited to be creat- One thing I hate more than anying something from nothing. thing else in the world is a lack My favourite song to work to of compassion and disrespect.
I can’t put my finger on exactly when it happened. It seems the moment, substantial as it may have been, passed me by unceremoniously. After you were such a significant part of my life for all of those years - it appears my love for you has waned. I do admit it came as quite a shock to me. I thought our bond was special; unique. Even though others offhandedly professed to feel the same way – I know my feelings were genuine. I knew you were bad for me – my goodness did I know you were bad for me. And it’s not like others didn’t tell me as much.
An open letter... by Jil Hogan
But you were so sweet. Despite your hard exterior, I knew it was all just a facade. I was more than well acquainted with your soft, gooey interior. You never stuck around long. One day, you would appear without warning, and a couple of months later, you would vanish. You came in and out of my life, and even through my despair, I devotedly waited around for you to appear again. And once you touched my lips, all of the bad stuff just melted away. But then things started to change. I started to regret going anywhere near you. You started to make me sick. I didn’t feel inescapably drawn to you like I once did. It seems, like many relationships, ours had a used by date. I thought our love would last forever – I was wrong. So, as much as it pains me to verbalise, it appears our relationship, Cadbury Crème Eggs, has come to an end. I know you’ll be back next year, as always, and all will seem as normal. But unfortunately for you and I, things will never be the same again.
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the things creating waves locally and around the world Chloe*, 23, found out this all too well last year, when she became victim to two workmates. It started when Chloe and her work friend Bianca* had a falling out over rumours which were circulating the office. Bianca’s boyfriend, Alex*, another workmate, wrongfully blamed Chloe for the rumours and two couple embarked on a series of attacks against Chloe. “There was a lot of messing up tables, pushing my chair so that my table would shake, making me participate in prank calls with potential clients, and a lot of verbal abuse via email,” says Chloe. After this kind of behaviour almost everyday for a couple of weeks, Chloe talked to her closest friends within her team. “They were surprised by his behaviour,” says Chloe.
Bullying for grown-ups by Jil Hogan
The country was abuzz with talk about bullying this month as the video of bullying victim Casey Heynes hitting back went viral across the world. Debate has raged about the issue and what exactly should be done. One thing that seems to be as-
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sumed is that once you leave the playground, the bullying stops. And while it may not necessarily take on the same form, bullying in the workplace is quite prevalent, suggesting bullying has a far deeper origin than merely silly childhood pettiness.
“His role in the team was a trainer and so when they heard what I was going through, they felt uncomfortable to be trained by him.” Eventually Chloe went to her manager and told her what was happening. “My manager, too, was surprised by his behaviour and offered me the option of filing a complaint,” she says. Before Chloe had submitted a complaint, she found out 2 weeks later that Alex had resigned from his position.
Luckily for Chloe, her comments were taken seriously and there was a process in place to deal with the situation, but this isn’t always the case. Sally*, 26, found that when her manager promoted some of her own friends to management roles, her behaviour towards Sally changed. “She insisted on having meetings without me, which I should have been at. She talked about everything behind closed doors and would check my work emails,” says Sally. “She threatened my job if I didn’t do certain things in set timeframes, would take credit for work I had done, and then blame me if something went wrong.” As well as emotional abuse, Sally experienced verbal abuse. “She undermined me in front of my staff and would tell personal things I had told her to other staff members” The behaviour occurred every day for about a year, and Sally found herself depressed and not wanting to go to work. Two of Sally’s staff knew about the incidents and eventually one of them went to HR, who then approached Sally, as well as the internal ethics committee and operations manager. “When HR found out they denied it and blamed it on me,” says Sally. “The managers that were involved were friends with the person bullying.”
Images by Sarah Robertson.
It was finally recommended that Sally make a statement and go to the internal ethics committee and employee assistance program, and she was eventually offered a transfer to another office. So what should you do if you find yourself in a similar situation? ReachOut.com suggests finding out your company’s bullying policies and procedures, document everything that happens, get external advice such as a union representative, and to tell someone, such as a HR manager or your supervisor. For more information visit www.reachout.com *Not their real names.
Child Pageants Down Under? By Anna Angel When the Herald Sun reported late last month that an American child beauty pageant featured on the controversial TV show Toddlers and Tiaras would be coming to Melbourne in July, they opened up a whopping can of worms. The Universal Royalty Beauty Pageant is a ‘glitz’ pageant for infants and up, complete with make-up sessions, modelling workshops, and beauty competitions included in the $295 entrant fee. Event organizers have secured five-year-old US pageant ‘celebrity’ Eden Wood to pose for photographs with her tiny followers for a fee, and sign autographs on the day. While there’s no shortage of parents wanting to enter their little darlings, there’s plenty more up in arms about the potentially damaging, even abusive, nature of these competitions. Within days anti-child exploitation group Collective Shout announced a national protest rally ‘Pull the Pin’ for May 3, and the pageant lost its scheduled venue, deciding not to reveal its new home until closer to the date. The ensuing media-frenzy helped stir both protest and support for the so-called ‘competitive sport’, with Facebook groups Australians Against Child Beauty Pageants, and Australians Who Love Beauty Pageants both swelling in numbers. It was reported that organisers became concerned for the safety of the entrants and their families when protesters began to purchase event tickets. The pageant is now a closed event, and the only way in is to put your child in the show. As the debate continues, and other Australian pageants, such as Little Miss Glitz, go incognito to avoid negative attention, organisers show no sign of backing down. A representative reportedly told the Herald Sun the furor “only makes us want to do it bigger”. Whatever side of the fence you sit on, it’s hard not to be reminded of the last time a debate of this size and nature swept the country in 1996, following the tragic death of six-year-old pageant queen JonBenet Ramsey.
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has been greater than just creative direction You’d be hard pressed to deny my addiction to and turtlenecks. Apple has come ahead leaps Apple products. On a scale of one to ten, one and bound, and taken on some of the best and being a trouble-shooting, blue-screen-of-death- brightest minds of the new generation of creafearing Bill Gates, ten being the clean, buddhist tive entrepreneurs. Guys who aren’t just ready aesthetic of Zen-master Jobs, I register a solid for the next step in technology; guys who are 8.5; somewhere just below the realm of the Ap- inventing it. ple fanboi. Like Jonathon Ive, Senior Vice President of InWhat’s not to like about them? I own an iMac, iPad, two iPhones (a recent upgrade), and of course a humble iPod. Until recently, I also owned another iPod and a MacBook. Apple don’t sell products; they sell a way of life. They provide something that has been missing from various markets for a long while - the idea that, if you believe in the product, then the customer will too. This was the influence of Steve Jobs, Apple’s Chairman and CEO and notorious college drop-out, who believes in the product so much, he famously earns an annual salary of $1, while taking the rest in stock options.
dustrial Design, whose innovative vision has given us images synonymous with Apple; the iMac, MacBook, iPhone 3 and 4, iPad and of course, the product that reinvented Apple, the iPod. But Ive is only one of the many young, fresh creatives whose talent has been fostered by edge-seeking Apple.
The truth is, guys like Steve Jobs and Bill Gates were revolutionaries. They could never truly be replaced. But even if we could replace them, would we want to? Revolutionary or not, they’re both products of the 80s, when people thought about computers differently. Times have changed, and a Unfortunately, this is also why I’m petrified for computer-savvy society needs to change with it. the future of the products I love so much. Because somewhere, a teenage kid is sitting in Steve hasn’t been doing so well lately; proof that his parent’s garage playing with a computer. This the secret to a long, healthy life isn’t necessarily kid has an idea, and although they don’t realise clean living. After bouts with pancreatic cancer it yet, that idea will fundamentally change the and a liver transplant over the last decade, Jobs way we live, or work, or interact with technology announced in January 2011 that he was taking and the world around us. The future looks bright. another leave of absence in order to focus on his health.
All going well, Jobs will again return and keep Apple moving in the right creative direction. But he can’t be Apple’s CEO forever. The question then becomes, will Apple survive the loss of Steve Jobs?
Some things are bound to change.
Your average PC user however will remain a redbull guzzling cheettos-fiend with a t-shirt written in binary and the entire box set of Star Trek. Your average Mac user on the other hand will still be drinking free trade soy lattes wearing skinny jeans and abstract band shirt.
The short answer is ‘yes, probably’. Jobs is ob- Some things will never change. viously no fool. His influence on the company
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So I’m 27. I don’t consider that to be overly old. However my behaviour suggests otherwise. For example, I now take Sunday afternoon naps. I don’t just take them, I actually schedule them in. When I go out, I wear practical flat shoes for dancing. I also remember to ‘take a cardigan’ with me and an umbrella. When did this happen? When did I choose to put comfort over high heels, think for myself and consider the weather? With realisation of my newfound grandma-ness, I got to thinking – what are other qualifiers of ‘oldness’? It didn’t take me very long to identify them, and here they are: 1. When a mother says to her child “Be careful, you’re standing in the way of that lady,” and you are that lady. 2. You’re offended by the slogan t-shirts you used to buy at Supré. 3. You used to anticipate Neighbours after the news. Now you anticipate the news. 4. You remember when Daryl Somers was not such a loser. (There was a time, I promise.)
How to tell you’re getting old by Bec McGuire
5. You start thinking about the possibility that Froot Loops might not actually be a nutritious breakfast. But remember, even after all of this, you’re only as old as the man/woman you feel. Ha! I’m even telling old person jokes now. How sad. Bec x www.rebeccajademcguire.com.au
Rachel Matthews Medical Scientist When I grew up I always wanted to be a rock star, what else? My job now is as a Medical Scientist. I got into this field after completing a Medical Science degree, along with hav- ing a few years experience as a Lab Assistant.
Image by Sarah Robertson. Opposite: Image courtesy of Ben McGuire.
A typical day for me entails the processing of patient samples; which involves the rapid review and release of results to requesting doctors, plus many housekeeping duties within the lab; including analyser maintenance, in- ternal and external quality control, audits, and plenty more. The highlight of my career so far is any time I know that I have helped to really save someone’s life – it is always a good feeling. An example would be di- agnosing a life threatening disease such as bacterial meningitis or a new case of leukaemia. Only we scientists know for sure what is going on; once we in- form the doctor, the treatment begins. My favourite thing about my job is the challenging work environment that is presented to me everyday; it keeps me on my toes and my mind alive and active. My least favourite thing is sometimes it can get a little repetitive. If you want to get into this field you should complete a Bachelor of Medical Laboratory Science at University and of course.... enjoy science!
Images courtesy of Elouise van Riet-Gray.
April Cover Artist, Elouise van Riet-Gray is a professional photographer who specialises in Advertising and Commercial Photography. Her passion though, is to photograph beauty; whether it be people, places or simply objects. She also enjoys the shaping of light, whether it be pre or post production. Elouise has been working professionally for over two years. www.elouise.com.au
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Images courtesy of Erik Yvon.
Melbourne-based artist Erik Yvon has been drawing since he was far too young to remember. The twenty-four year old artist intends to become a fashion designer and is chasing his dream of being accepted into RMIT next year. Erik finds his inspiration from the beauty of life and the people that inhabit it. Contact Erik: erik.yvon@hotmail.com
Art direction & production by Charlie Newitt @ CAMM Creative (www.charliearchermm.com/cammcreative) Photography: Henry Coughlin (www.henrycoughlin.com.au) Styling: Jennifer Halpin @ CAMM Creative Hair Stylist: Wade William @ CAMM Creative Makeup Artist: Karl Fjeseth @ CAMM Creative Models: Ally Darrel, Anastasia Potter, Travis Terreira & Ben Mancelet @ Charlie Archer Model Management Special thanks to dragonberry.com.au, ultrasuite.com.au, revolverclothing.com.au, chalien.com.au, soot.com.au, blackmilkclothing.com & foxtondanger.com.au
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AMY-CLARE (Brisbane) Top - From Thailand Skirt - Handmade by a friend’s Mum [Captured by Linsey Rendell]
CHRIS (Brisbane) Shirt- Cotton On. Shorts - Universal Store. Shoes - Havaianas. Bag – Myer [Captured by Jen Halpin]
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LISA (Sydney) Top: Sass and Bide Jeans: Nudie Bracelet: Disney Couture Rings: Diva and Goldmark Necklace: Glebe Markets Shoes: Betts Bag: Guess [Captured by Lilian Hii]
SOPHIA (Brisbane) Shirt - Blokes world Skirt - “Somewhere in Elizabeth St Arcade” Shoes - Vans Hat – Myer [Captured by Jade McClain]
sips & nibbles eat • drink • cook • eat • drink • cook
Everyone has a special way that they devour their Easter eggs, be it leaving them to melt before devouring the gooey mess or picking at them piece by tiny piece. We asked biscuit readers how they enjoy their eggs:
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Did you know: • Depression has been linked to low levels of Omega 3; fish is laden with Omega 3 – so eating fish makes you happy! • Fish reduces the risk of heart disease by lowering blood clots and inflammation • Omega 3 also aids in keeping your retinas happy • Fish also decreases the risk of dementia and Alzheimer’s.
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Good Prawn-Cocktail Friday What you need: • 2 tbsp whole egg mayo • 1½ tbsp tomato sauce • 2 tbsp fresh lime juice • 350g cooked/peeled prawns (no heads) • 2 cooked/unpeeled prawns (with heads) • 1 baby Cos lettuce • ½ crunchy green pear • 150g brie • ½ soft avocado • Salt to taste What to do: • Mix mayo, tomato sauce, lime juice and a pinch of salt in a medium bowl. • Stir cooked prawns through the sauce. • Place one large lettuce leaf in each glass to garnish and then dice enough lettuce to fill half of each glass. • Place cubed pear and brie atop lettuce. • Pile prawn mixture atop each glass. • Mash avocado with a squeeze of lime and salt to taste and pile atop prawns. • Garnish with an extra cube of brie and an unpeeled prawn.
Text & Images by Sarah Robertson. Opposite: Image by Rowan Hogan.
“Cadbury Cream Egg in a blender with milk, Baileys, Franjelico and a little chocolate topping! Yum!!!” Louise Hall “As a child I used to bite the top off the hollow eggs and then fill them with jelly for a unique dessert.” Tori Nugent “Save them up and make them last longer. That way I still have some when everybody else is finished.” Elizabeth Sims “In bed for breakfast!” Kelly Dawe “I like to keep them and eat them at Christmas because it confuses people and I’m not a chocolate person.” Wade William Ambler
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April means Easter and Easter means chocolate! Besides Christmas and birthdays, Easter has to be right up there with one of the best days of the year. When else do you have the excuse of gluttony without guilt, seriously? We have searched high and low to bring you the most perfect Easter recipe, crammed with as much guilt-free pleasure as we can. Our Web Designer, Rowan has a secret recipe he’s been making for years, which apparently leaves you in a chocolate induced coma! “Hell yes” we said; so he agreed to share. Here it is; the most delicious, chocolatey Easter recipe that we could find. After you finish your eggs-in-bed breakfast-on- slaught, why not try egg and soldiers for lunch? Spoil yourself, it’s Easter!
Egg & Soldiers Easter Style!
Images by Rowan Hogan.
(makes approx 6-8 servings) What you need: • 100g dark chocolate • 150ml cream • 1 egg • Vanilla extract • 6-8 chocolate eggs (that will fit into egg cups) • 6-8 hot cross buns What to do: • Melt chocolate in a heatproof bowl over boiling water (or microwave if you’re feeling lazy). • Allow the chocolate to cool. • Beat the cream until it’s thick, but not too heavy. • Fold the egg, followed by the thickened cream into the cooled chocolate. • Set aside. • Heat a knife in a mug of boiling water and slice through each Easter egg – about two thirds of the way up (just above the rim of your egg cup). • Carefully fill the eggs (and leftover caps) with mousse - to get the caps to stay upright, adhere them to a plate with a little of the chocolate mousse. • Warm your hot cross bun and then slice into soldiers or serve whole (you could also toast your bun for extra texture). • Go on, you’re already dipping sweet baked goods into chocolate filled chocolate, so you may as well spread your hot cross bun with butter. • Enjoy!
Images courtesy of Minna Roberts
The lady behind Minski is me, Minna Roberts, from Adelaide. I am mum to a rambunctious and delightful two year old. I sold my first button necklace when I was out shopping; I bought a pair of shoes and the shop assistant bought the red necklace I was wearing. Then I had to buy some more buttons to make another necklace for myself, and another, and then a few for friends... That was four years ago. About two years ago my husband asked me if I was sick of buttons yet. Um, no. I get excited by a tin of random old buttons: the colour combinations that present themselves, beautiful ‘feature’ buttons, and the plain buttons that need some dressing up. I have also been inspired by an Ikea catalogue and ‘80s tunes (remember: “you spin me right round, baby right round“?). I used to make and sell beaded jewellery at the defunct Orange Lane Markets in Adelaide. My craftiness comes from my mum. She’s always stashing, making and ‘repurposing’. She used to lead girly Sunday afternoon craft sessions at our place, where we made shower caps, Fimo earrings and pincushions. My best friend and I were so proud of our tulle and artificial-flower shower caps that we danced in the street wearing them. Check out Minski at minski.etsy.com
To Johnny and Mehmet
by Dani Hanrahan Amid an orchestra of gunfire, grenades and guts, Johnny met Mehmet. It was a meeting laced in sadness, unbelievable horror and tragedy, but from the ashes of their explosive encounter emerged something quite unexpected – a legacy. As I idly sit outside the Blue Mosque listening to the muezzin pierce through the late-afternoon crowds, I spot the flagman. Walking the same route he did yesterday, I watch this old Turkish peddler as he wanders up and down Istanbul’s Old City waving his handful of red and white Turkish flags. He’s in stark contrast to the steady flow of his countrymen whose uniform of black, brown and grey heralds a far more somber mood than any drop of rain could summon. As I watch his progress, my eye catches one of his flags. This one is different. Along with the white moon and star is a third feature - the face of a man. And since I’ve spent a number of weeks in Turkey, I know exactly who it is.
by Charles Bean, Australia’s official war historian, the Anzacs became known for their ingenuity on the battlefield, their courage in the face of unbelievable odds, their good humour and indifference to British class systems and what has endured as an Australian favourite, unswerving mateship. Thoroughly popularised by Bean, the Anzac spirit was written extensively as thus, “Anzac stood, and still stands, for reckless valor in a good cause, for enterprise, resourcefulness, fidelity, comradeship, and endurance that Rumbling past rolling green will never own defeat.” fields, old Turks playing backgammon and stray canines Daydreaming is such a swift ally catching late-afternoon naps, in passing time, that as we round my mind wanders, unsurpris- the next bend, my eyes glean ingly, to the wheels of the bus their first sight of the glistenand the destination they’ll take ing cerulean water of the Darme to. Like many Australians danelles, and soon enough, the before me, I am making the pil- lush green woodland of the Galgrimage to Gallipoli. As quintes- lipoli Peninsula National Park. sential as cricket, stubby hold- After a quick energy boost, we ers and Mrs. Mac’s meat pies, are greeted by a boisterousthe battle on the beaches of ly good-natured Turkish-born Turkey in 1915 had a profound Australian called T.J, a bonafide effect on the emerging identity master of the Gallipoli tour of a new nation. Immortalised circuit. As we start the climb
into the 300,000 hectares of natural green that encompasses the battlefields, trenches and graves of the Gallipoli fallen, I can’t help but stare at the imposing Turkish flag draped over a large section of one cliff face – a proud reminder of the last man standing in 1915. We stop at Beach Cemetery, situated on what the Anzacs called Hell Spit, a place reviled for its prime position in front of a Turkish gunner called “Beachy Bill,” whose reign of terror caused over a thousand Allied deaths. For most Australians, travelling to Gallipoli is the manifestation of years spent remembering the bravery of our young soldiers, but once you arrive, it’s surreal to think that the crystal-clear water below and the beautiful blue sky overhead ever saw more than lazy seagulls or schools of fish. Interrupting our silent vigils on the beach, T.J brings our attention to one of many graves dotted on the cliff facing the water. It is the final resting place of John “Jack” Simpson Kirkpatrick, the man infamous
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for saving lives with his donkey, Duffy. Amid a cyclone of death – flying shrapnel, blown-off limbs, whizzing bullets – the Britishborn soldier became part of Anzac legend, typifying what Bean wrote about the Anzac spirit.
sent their sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace, after having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.”
From this southernmost stretch of beach, we reach the granddaddy of Gallipoli – Anzac Cove. As I stand amongst the immaculate graves, again, my mind wars with what I see and what I know took place here. As much as I try, I can’t imagine the beautiful waterline menaced with warships, nor the sound of gunfire breaking the isolated tranquility of a place untouched by time. It is this memory of the undulating waters of the Dardanelles slapping against multi-coloured pebbles, as the breeze sweeps your body from one gravestone to the next – like bones protuding from below – that I’II remember most. A sad and somber resting place for those who never made it home. As I make my way back to the van, I turn for one last look at what has become one of our country’s holiest sites, and I realise I’ve missed something in my haste to get to the cove. It is a beige monument silently standing at the entrance to Anzac Cove, and as I read what it says, my afternoon sitting outside the Blue Mosque comes back to me. The face on the flag fills my mind.
It is the same face I see now, here, on this inscription. It is the face of the man, who even in death, still watches over his country – from street corners to schoolyards, imprinted on Turkish liras to the far-reaching reforms of modern Turkey. His name is Mustafa Kemal or, as he was bestowed by the people of Turkey, Ataturk, father of the Turks. It isn’t just Australians who you’ll encounter atop Gallipoli, but more and more you will find Turkish families paying homage to those who fell protecting their country. It was Ataturk who fostered this remembering. It was Ataturk, who in 1915, played a vital role in commanding his men to fight the Allies. It was Ataturk, who ultimately, won the day for Tur-
“Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives…You are now living in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us where they lie side by side here in this country of ours... You, the mothers, who
key. With his memorable mantra, “Peace at home. Peace in the world,” this President of Turkey, the first after the fall of the Ottoman Empire, remembered Gallipoli, remembered the men he fought, remembered to remember. He immortalised the Johnnies and the Mehmets here in Turkey - the Anzacs referred to the Turks as Johnny, the Turks responded with Mehmet. When Johnny met Mehmet, it was sad, horrific and tragic, but these men knew they weren’t fighting each other out of hate, they were fighting because they had to. One of the stories T.J recounted, as we stood in the long abandoned trenches of the Anzacs, was the comradeship between the Johnnies and the Mehmets; how they’d throw tinned food and cigarettes to each other in the time when they weren’t swapping gunfire. Johnny and Mehmet may have been reluctant enemies in life, but as Ataturk so eloquently put it, they lie as brothers in death.
Time Only Flows One Way by Kade Morton
The two elves found the human boy after long hours of scouring the Ghostlands. “Look at him Revillion.” Malkiues whispered to his companion. “He’s but a child. It’s impossible for this whelp to be the necromancer we’re looking for.” Revillion walked up to the child and knelt down beside him. “Hello little one.” Revillion said in English. “Do you know where you are?” “My English is poor.” The boy responded in Harithsvir. Revillion and Malkieus were shocked at the boy’s command of the elven language. He gazed up at the two elves in front of him. The elf that addressed him wore the regal robes of a sage with black splotches like congealed blood spreading across the fabric. She wore a black veil as if in mourning, shot through with angry scarlet. The elf that stood behind her was bare-
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chested and wore a richly decorated cape, simple pants and sandals. Large gemstones adorned his fingers and his clothing was marred by the same jet splotches. The boy was dressed in little more than a burlap bag. But it shone, clean and pure. “You speak our language...” Revillion mused. “Do you know where you are?” “No.” the boy responded. “I wanted to escape, so I ran.” “Escape from what?” Malkieus asked, his curiosity rising. “Why is it when you have déjà vu, you don’t feel yourself having déjà vu?” the boy asked. “Child, we were sent to find a necromancer, and we found you here, deep in a place you shouldn’t be. Only necromancers can enter the Ghostlands” Revillion stated. “Necromancy is criminal. If you came here by yourself that means -” “Let the boy finish Revillion.” Malkieus said. Revillion looked at Malkieus with doubt. “Now you believe?” She turned back to the child. “What did you say little one? About déjà vu?” “When you have déjà vu, you feel like all this has happened before,” the boy said “and you can remember seeing it all before, but you don’t know where you saw it, like maybe it was a dream from weeks ago that you forgot before you woke up. But you know when it happens that you saw it happen before. Exactly like it’s happening now.” “Yes...” Revillion said. “Wrong!” the boy blurted. “Something has changed. When it happens to you now, you know you’ve seen it before. But when you think of that image you had the first time, the sense of seeing it before is gone. It’s just any old random memory, it’s only now that you have this feeling that this has happened before. You don’t get that feeling from the original memory.” “Is it wrong that I completely understand what he’s saying?” Malkieus asked. “What’s your point?” Revillion asked. “Don’t you see?” the boy asked wide eyed. “Déjà vu is a glimpse of the future, but by glimpsing it we alter it. The future in the déjà vu doesn’t come to pass because you have a new feeling, a feeling of déjà vu! That minute change has monu-
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mental implications!” “Implications for the person’s life.” Revillion whispered. “And for time itself. Under that theory, time is mutable...” Malkieus scowled. “Something doesn’t add up Revillion. Raganis sent us after a necromancer, he never said it was a child. The report would have noted something like that. And the child is fleeing from something it sounds like he was studying. Or was forced to study...” “Raganis couldn’t have anything to do with this.” “Look at the boy’s soul. He thinks of himself as a slave. Just because Raganis dotes on you as a father doesn’t mean he isn’t above manipulating vulnerable prodigies, necromancers that have a choice between imprisonment and his slavery. I’m getting a sense of déjà vu Revillion, and you should be too.” “Malkieus, what happened to us was-” “Different?” A fourth figure materialised from the gloom. Revillion and Malkieus whirled to face the new threat. A hazy silhouette with unfathomable depths stood before them. Within the shadow, one saw everything and nothing at all. “It’s been a long time Malkieus. And I believe I earned the title Master Raganis, unless I’m very much mistaken.” “Master!” the boy squealed, running to the hazy figure. “I’m sorry I ran away, please don’t punish me! I promise I’ll never do it again!” “See?” Malkieus whispered to Revillion. Revillion kicked him in the shin. “This was the necromancer you sent us to find?” Revillion asked Raganis. “Indeed it is. I didn’t have time to look for him myself, idiot child, but your incessant bickering has led me to him. Both of you are free to return to Earth, finding the child was all that I required. Now if you will excuse me…” the shadow put a fatherly arm around the boy’s shoulder and began to lead the child out of the Ghostlands and back to reality. “Look at that soul. That’s some god complex...” The contempt Malkieus held for his one time master was written all over his face.
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“Wait!” Revillion called. “Revillion, what are you doing?” Malkieus hissed. “Daramas told us to return as soon as we could!” Raganis turned. “Your theory.” Revillion continued. “About time. It’s wrong. Time only flows one way.” Raganis looked down at the human boy, then back to Revillion. His voice lost all jovial overtones. “And how does a student know what a master does not?” “We-“ “Revillion!” Malkieus warned. Raganis turned on Malkieus. “And what has the prodigal son so riled up? Revillion, continue.” “I’m sorry Malkieus. I don’t want others repeating our mistakes. Daramas, Malkieus and I each tried to bring someone back. We were... punished, Master, you cannot understand. Time doesn’t flow
backwards!” It took everyone assembled a moment to realise the harsh wheezing sound that slowly peeled away the silence was Raganis’s laughter. “The three of you actually tried to bring someone back from the dead? How amusing! I’ve not even dared go that far! The cautionary tale of the Brightlance family is legendary so it isn’t hard to imagine who Daramas tried to bring back. And of course I’m well acquainted with your tale of tragedy, Revillion. But you Malkieus, you haven’t suffered nearly as badly as either of your friends. You never had the family to lose to begin with. Who would you risk your very life for to bring them back from the grave?” Raganis turned around as if in thought. Malkieus was muttering under his breath. “Oh wait,” Raganis continued, “don’t tell me you tried to bring your old Master back, that woman you had that tawdry affair with before I-“ Malkieus had finished chanting his spell. “May all your evil acts devour your mind Raganis! Innocence Eclipse!” “Noooo!” Revillion screamed, grabbing Malkieus. Using all of her considerable magical might she pulled Malkieus out of the Ghostlands and back to reality in an instant. The pair disappeared and Raganis was left standing in the Ghostlands alone. Well not entirely alone, Raganis corrected himself. He still had the boy. “It’s time that you get back to your studies,” Raganis said, turning his fatherly charm on once again. “Did you hear what my two students just said? They said they tried to bring people back from the dead, and that they were punished. What does that tell you?” “If they were punished, that means it was working and something intervened. Something cared enough to stop them and to scare them off trying again.” “That’s exactly right.” Raganis said. “My theory about déjà vu was right. Time is mutable. I know you don’t like the experiments little one, but there is so much we have to discover...”
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