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Belonging In Time: Australian Women Playwrights In A Changing Landscape', Janys Hayes
Belonging In Time: Australian Women Playwrights In A Changing Landscape', Janys Hayes
Faculty of Law, Humanities and the Arts - Papers (Archive)
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Towards A New Understanding Of Identity: Discourses Of Belonging In Goethe's Italienische Reise And Heine's Italian Reisebilder, Lukas Bauer
Faculty of Law, Humanities and the Arts - Papers (Archive)
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's (1749-1832) account of his travels in Italy, Italienische Reise (1816, 1817, 1829), transformed the image of the South in the German literary imagination of the early nineteenth century. Goethe represented Italy's Arcadian landscape and classical heritage as the source of the German cultural tradition and as essential to Germans' understanding of their own history. Because of its association with Goethe, the journey to Italy was used as a vehicle by a later generation of writers to position themselves in relation to him and also to distance themselves from his influence and challenge his authority. Amongst these …
Anxious Settler Belonging: Actualising The Potential For Making Resilient Postcolonial Subjects, Lisa Slater
Anxious Settler Belonging: Actualising The Potential For Making Resilient Postcolonial Subjects, Lisa Slater
Faculty of Law, Humanities and the Arts - Papers (Archive)
When I arrived in Aurukun, west Cape York, it was the heat that struck me first, knocking city pace from my body, replacing it with a languor familiar to my childhood, although hea more northern. Fieldwork brings with it its own delights and anxieties. It is where I feel competent and incompetent, where I am most indebted and thankful for the generosity kindness of strangers. I love the way “no-where” places quickly become somewhere and some to me. Then there are the bodily visitations: a much younger self haunts my body. At time adult self abandons me, leaving me nothing …