It has been our great joy to work in collaboration with The Institute of Postcolonial Studies (IPCS) to bring you the eleventh issue of demos journal. Securing funding through arts...

The following are translated excerpts from South Korean poet and activist Song Kyung-dong’s essay collection, Dreamers Are Dragged Away (Silcheon Press, 2011). “One vibrant day in ...

So the woman’s dream is, by their and...

Despite the wealth of scientific knowledge available to us today, true environmental justice seems to be an almost unattainable goal. The increasing number of transnational environ...

Data is extractable and its valence changes. Precarity in relationship > when we are situated in relationship to circumstance > when others situate us in relationship causall...

Speech is often found at the heart of debates concerning politics and the political, in particular the question of who and what counts as a speaking and rational being, and the pas...

At the Institute of Post-Colonial Studies – 8th November 2019. Alissar Chidiac, Danielle Bigfoot Lane, Shaeni...

This article centers on the implications of Moria’s destruction and its repercussions for migrants who used to inhabit its overcrowded tents. Firstly, it discusses the implications...

You can’t tell if your family gave up growing vegetables. Your Mum, gazing over, wishes for peaches. Our turmeric/sage/ parsley (the talking herb we call it in our family la...

In March 2020, COVID-19 created a situation of international chaos. No country from across the globe was free from the threat of the virus and the possible consequences of its spre...

My aunty had become terminally ill. The recently found melanoma had spread and was now rapidly taking over her body. I flew up to Queensland to see her with my family, not knowing ...

[caption id="attachment_1607" align="alignnone" width="800"] 'Race to Finish', via Flickr[/caption] 'We've received reports of a suspicious individual conducting surveys and photog...

Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander readers should be aware that this article contains the names of deceased persons. All readers are respectfully advised that this article conta...

If prose is a house, poetry is a man on fire running quite fast through it. Anne Carson   You take photos of the auction, the world's straightest Mardi Gras. They fill the str...

Inspired by the Tamil saying, “மாற்றம் ஒன்றே மாறாதது”( matrum ondrae maaraathathu ) Translation: Change is the only unchangeable thing     The bird sits alone, Waiting, a...

Yajo* lived in place that has produced some of the most brilliant, distinguished academics and professionals...

Innocence is an important cultural marker. As I and others have written elsewhere, it holds powerful significatory value as a contested and complicated sign which entangles richly ...

Introduction   If you are to follow the path of River Code in Yogyakarta and then navigate your way under the Gondolayu Bridge you will come to Kampung Code , a riverbank sett...

I need to breathe Get up, look at that news Markers of enslavers Tearing down Pushed in the water Like them chains Clanking to the ground Like the bodies of ancestors past Forgotte...

Blood orange sun burning and tar melts under peach haze while house sails obscure in custard winds coughing hacking strangling to breathe and soft fur faces are singed and bloodied...

Precarity and the conditions that underpin precarious living are not arbitrary. Rather, they are the engineered products of prioritising the interests of the few over the many. Suc...

Tilly Houghton was a friend to many at the Institute of Postcolonial Studies (IPCS) and demos journal, and worked on and contributed to this issue of demos journal. We have been gi...

, at some lunch table not a desk at the University of Sydney , smoking on campus which is definitely illegal now , opening up my old student email account , to discover two weeks a...

stood before an automated door that refused to acknowledge my existence I thought but I’m here   & yes I do remember when time online was less anxious—not a threat to national ...

It was 2017 and Trump had just been elected. Women’s marches had sprung up in many places and on my television screen. The image of thousands of women standing shoulder to shoulder...

After Zora Neale Hurston Tima carried a long-legged ease about her, thundering strides of a leader, full lips and wide eyes and melanin. She would raise her hand like the switch in...

I used to think I had the privilege of being at arm’s length from the politics of disability. I strongly supported anti-racist politics, but being “able-bodied” and without caring ...