Thursday, 16 August 2018

A leaf of grass

I understand we are all leaves of grass - Walt Whitman

To me, 
Your sprout looks to be a tree,
Does the mower miss you?
Does the cow not eat you? 
You are green to the shoe,
Our roots attach at the mud,
So how do you manage growing to heights that are new?

I sprouted out a while ago,
Seeing how times have changed
How new trends have come
I only manage to
Defend my head against becoming glum


Monday, 14 November 2016

Shadowed

To be out in the shade,
Everyone around moves in immensities
I sit, watch and wonder.
Everyone seems to move
As if with speed, with grandeur, with divine purpose.
When will mine come?
Even the skinks climbing the backyard in which I preside produce perfection.
When will I?
Will I?

My slumped shoulders don't carry me there.
My failing attitude holds me down. 
How does one change so utterly, that they are honestly no longer the same.
My road to success lays in another, so what's my point, or purpose?

The shade keeps me cool. 
I was however born cold, so that's a problem. 
There are no benefits. 
There is no relaxation nor peace. 
Counting each moment the sun is up
Patiently waiting for my day.
Pruning another's hard work has never felt natural,
then again creating my own has never become natural.

I have always been a white wash,
a face in the classes,
I wouldn't know how to change if given the chance
I hope the divine hands knows how to find me in this shade.








Between Dull Grey

I’ve not left anything in the car, thinking over a list of possible items. Her stomach gurgled; the thought of cooking isn’t appealing though. Stepping out from the sandstone gutter, she raised her eyes a little, the terrace houses all in their row. I never wanted to move into one, remembering the reaction when first house browsing. “I thought I said I didn’t want to move into one of these terrace houses.” He had so many answers that it was hard to maintain an opposition, “Honey, we can move in for two years, sell, and move to a bigger house with a garden, you know the council is really urbanising this area, the property value is only escalating”.  He was right; our property value has almost doubled, but that is over ten years now. Jiggling the key in, the door had to be tugged up while turning, the cold always made it stick. Ten years and we’ve never gotten around to fixing the front door, ten years and we’ve still not really gotten on to changing anything.
 She removed her shoes and skirt to slip into pyjama pants, the comfy ones with possums on them. Well it is about two hours until he gets home, maybe a snack. She moved lazily up the hall and into the kitchen. “Please hang washing”, a sticky note stuck to the counter. She appreciated his initiative. 
Outside the sun stretched low over the sky, pushing the reds, oranges and yellows as a broadcast, winter sunsets are always beautiful, compensation to the sun being petty all day. The washing hasn’t been in the tub too long, it hadn’t gained a stale smell. It would have been more helpful of him to put it on earlier in the day, “my breath would dry these clothes faster then hanging them out here would”. The sarcasm pushed through even without an audience, it was a terrible joke, my sister would have laughed. Her sense of humour is worse then mine; it has been a while since I last experienced it. I hope she is doing well. 
Basket, pegs, did I bring anything else out? Closing the backdoor absent-mindedly, flicking the lock down. What to snack on, dates are an appealing thought, if there are some left. Overlooking each shelf twice just to make sure nothing is missed, he must have eaten them then. Defeatedly closing the fridge door, watching the white rubber re-seal before turning away. I don’t feel like really anything else, it would ruin dinner anyway. I’ll be good. I may as well lie down for a bit, feeling the disappointment rise. Hungry and tired, soon to be grumpy too, following the defeated footsteps back to bed. 
She sat down on the edge of the bed. Her feet just touching the carpet, the bed underneath was comforting, no reason to remain upright, she relaxed her back onto the welcome of the sheets. Her focus now restricted to the ceiling, which was painted white, but in the failing window’s light appeared grey. Her reaction to the eaten fruits had hit deep, irrationally disappointed, a sinking whole that she had identified and dealt with before. Running guidance through her head: ‘you are being unreasonable, no worse, you are being selfish,’ the reality hit with insult. A vain attempt to push down the melancholy, but it sat outside rationality. He will be home soon; making the assumption that a notable amount of time had passed. He will be home soon, and the mood will pass. 
She awoke, the sound of the door drawing attention. Light was seeping through the widening crack, the fluorescent lights of the hallway were blinding. The natural light had completely removed itself from the room while she had rested. She propped herself on her elbows anticipating company. Unaccustomed to the change of light, she could only recognise a man’s silhouette in the doorframe. Slowly, her eyes calmed to the light to aid a perception of his face, stretching long, as if gravity hung heavy from his nose and chin, pulling, pinching and bending them back toward the earth. Is it him? She searched the shadow for his eyes; black-framing sockets soon broke from the murk grey face surrounding them, at the core of each sat a small dull red glow. Sparse hairs separated thin pressed lips from the angular face edge. A thin smirk distinguished itself as imbedded winkles that accentuated one corner of his mouth. 
Black brows knotted themselves over the nose bridge, where they travelled north to peek at the centre, to the return for a short distance back downward. Above these overgrown bushes, dirty creases mimicked the arch. Further north still two black-brown sharp horns ruptured where lagoons formed out of a receding hairline, a feature she had only recently noticed on John. She hadn’t yet moved, and as the moment passed and her eyes adjusted to the light, the familiar features of his loving face revealed themselves. He was no longer a camouflaged eagle in front of the sun. 
There was now enough visible light to identify his warmly features, his sweet mouth turning up acutely in the corners, his softened saltwater eyes, no longer in an abyss of shadow. His quick clumsy movements slowed instantly realising what he had walked in on. She could read pleasure all over his face; he’d just woken her up, he would apologise and come and kiss her forehead in an exchange for causing her disorientation. He thought it terribly cute. “Can I?” he asked holding his hand over the light switch. Sitting up, she squinted in preparation. Click.
She squirmed a little, but through fluttering lids, tired to reciprocate his intense glare. With the sun completely set, the windows became voids, he moved around the room awkwardly to draw their shutters before taking up a seat next to her. She collapsed back into her sleeping position, with her feet just tickling the carpet. “Baby,” she said placing her hands around her stomach while turning her head to face him, “I’m hungry,” her tone imitated a child’s. He replied with an encouraging hum, “you feel like eating anything in particular?” Dwelling on a thought while continually rubbing her belly, “Maybe Vietnamese?”


Wednesday, 2 September 2015

I'm a mother

"I graduated.
I did so recently.
I know I have, because my emotions are ensuing,
I can hear the classically strung instruments collectively build;
I can see the people around me smiling with tears;
I can see qantas flight attendants walk through my field;
I can feel the weighted importance of each hug;
I can smell nothing -- TV doesn't teach you smells;
But I'm sitting there checking my linkedin profile,
dividing my attention into two - the contemporary way,
as my eyes water, a movie about cancer, he dies.
He had a talent and he died, his mother would peer and
I would wail with overwhelming beauty.

I feel great,
scratching makeup off my forehead,
my nose is blocked,
the sun in my window,
my heart having palpitated, it feels optimistic.
-- I'm sure that is how ageing feels, optimistic once exerted;

I laugh at how I watch a formula,
and not feel cold, or formulated.
I watch an under produced, poorly written journey,
and feel each bump, and still enjoy it like a mother.
As if talking to a child about their day,
an interest; an investment that does not waver,
no matter how poor their grasp on language.

I see it now, my hand guiding their's home.
'how was your day?', and they'll open their mouth
and tell you things you can't find logic in.
I can imagine the entire scene, except the smell,
there is still an absence.
Reality will teach me yet.

Until then I'll collect pot-plants."


Friday, 13 February 2015

I wrote poetry to be alone.
I ate expensive cake and left over pizza,
Gourmet
Because I was alone
Breakfast

The cake was creamed
I wasn't
I looked at friends posts
On valentines, some jokes
Some sad flowered obsessions

I was invited to my god's house
Afterwork
No money, but I still want a decline.
I want romance, but I'll never receive any
I want passion in my absence
Mood swings of love
Of drama
Like Latino actors
But not for me, my god is just.
And I am still broke
Still alone.

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Purple Japan

Long hair
-washed caramel
Asakusa
Pale pink, laced sakura,
Cherry-Blossom Bum
doll legs holding it up.

Fascination with dogs,
the books tell me so
English translation.

Big and stupid acting like a tour guide
even I could say don't leave money laying

Blue in stripes, but anti-Semitic and a hand of modesty.

Cured eggplant turns blue,
terrible tasting on the tongue too.





Modern comparison between birds and flowers,
there the birds are painted,
blossoms are at middle age.
Kimono of sex
No sex shop makes sexy Kimonos
- tourist's shopping.

Purple, purple, she likes purple.
Blue, pink, blue, pink.
They don't make a lot of purple in Japan.



Monday, 22 September 2014

a notation.

I really feel like a child again
Being checked up on
When I ask a favor
I'm asking for a favor
If I've a problem understand
I will speak up!

I'm not ok with you
Thinking this is ok
I grew up,
I'm still growing up
But I have accomplished 
Necessities in speech,
and i shall use them.


Sunday, 10 August 2014

I don't know unconditional love
my mother said she loved me
but how can you trust someone
who ran out on you with a pervert

It has been years now
and I can finally feel it
the silt at the bottom stir when the water is low

now when she emails me incoherence
and says how she misses and cares about us

you can't help but be angry
you can try ignore it,
and you get away with it
when the confidence has rained in



Monday, 14 July 2014

It really is a pity
why I remain wasted
resentful
annoyed at this city.

I used to think you cute
curled up in my arms
with your head in tight.

I don't know where now to go
I know I'm afraid
my default set, is: isolate.

Can you call it good
to think you're trapped
when you think of places to leave
to and come up without


Friday, 27 June 2014

There

How it was terrible.
I invested time,
my thought, 
I thought it was offensive
thats why I hid it.
but now I see I’ve hidden it
to keep away eyes 
that seek to rip it out.
There I failed.
When you said I would,
and now I have are you pleased
You knew me
there
I’ve said it.

I’ve lived up to everyone’s else

Thursday, 15 May 2014

Why does one woman mean more?

One woman, represents all women.
It is a statement that always persists 
With a women's presences, 
because it is necessary to dispute history.
We, I, me.
I am in understanding of myself
I am a case of the collective.
But it is the collective of women
That first aids my composition of my ego. 

One man, means power.
No one man represents all men
He is closer, a representation of humanity
Than he is in stereotyping males.
No man would be trained to feel
Responsible for all males actions.
Only race, culture, age will bring 
A man to self reflection.

When I defend one women, I put
Aside how she failed
And I defend myself.

I swim in a mob.
I shouldn't.
I've never been a strong swimmer.

Sunday, 9 March 2014

Does the Rational Belly Contain Animals?

            There are vast readings and writings investigating the use of the animal symbol, how such an embracing symbol can be used to signify anything. Evidently the extensive topic proves that the animal symbol can be used to argue any of the author’s individualistic ideas. Within custom, this essay will compare three texts that raise approaches to a meat-free diet, and the reasoning behind it. The periodic shift between the three texts may also allude to changing perspectives toward the topic due to cultural phenomena as explained in critical writings. Jonathan Swift’s text Gulliver’s Travels (1726) highlights issues within the English culture throughout different lands, and within book four, interrogates the animal perspective. The exploration of animal ownership through Gulliver’s journey is similar to Prendrick’s in H. G. Wells’ novel The Island of Doctor Moreau (1896), where animals of rational behaviour abstain from flesh, controlled by a humanist’s desire for evolution. An evolution J.M. Coetzee’s Elizabeth Costello (2003) would argue is caused from a lacking in our ‘humanities’. This investigation of the animal symbol will in addition, implore how the fictional space that literature creates is a platform to critique the morality of our actions.
The personal development undergone by Gulliver within book four is astronomical as he revaluates human mastery. The first voyage to Lilliput places Gulliver as a giant to preside over the minute Lilliputians as he pleases. Utilised as a monster of destruction against the King’s enemies, Gulliver is suspended within a balance of power, as his body affirms physical dominance, though he desires the royalty’s approval, acting as their aid. The application of obedience within the Lilliput visit persists until Gulliver’s final return from Houyhnhnmland. When he reunited with his family, finding them “intolerable, much less could I suffer to eat in the same Room”.[1]  This change of control also draws to point the breaking of conventional norms, which is reinforced through eating habits.
            Gulliver’s behavioural change around different company is an important reflection of how the consumption of animals is challenged by the end of the novel. Upon arrival to Lilliput, Gulliver is surprised at his inability to continue with pleasantries without food, where he presses his finger to his mouth repeatedly. The King replies by commanding “Baskets full of Meats” to be thrown into Gulliver’s mouth,[2] there being a loss of control over consumption through the barrier of language. The animal is also minimised and depersonalised as only a means of sustenance, “I observed there was the Flesh of several Animals, but could not distinguish them by the Taste. There were Shoulders, Legs and Loins shaped like those of Mutton, and very well dressed, but smaller then the Wings of a Lark”.[3] No real differentiation of description between animals can be given other then, “I eat them by two or three at a mouthful”,[4] which is an embellished illustration of the problems with vast consumption of meat and “the horrors I here omit” that surround farming industries.[5] The lavished quantity of animals consumed by Gulliver here may be contrasted to his descriptions of life and eating within the Land of the Houyhnhnms.
            Refocusing Gulliver’s experience within the fourth book away from an allegorical reading and onto an exploration of symbolic animals. The symbolic animals within Houyhnhnmland highlight an inversion of horses and humans within their roles of society. Gulliver’s first encounters with ‘brute’ yahoos, creatures that contain the same form of humans, though possess little capacity of rationality, contrasted with his meeting of the horse people of Houyhnhnm, “the Behaviour of these Animals was so orderly and rational so acute and judicious,”[6] The inversion of mastery is highlighted by Kelly as the “differences between the dominant,” where the ‘rational race’ maintain the ‘lesser creatures’ as serving companions,[7] placing the animal symbol within a human role, and lowering the human to creature. Placing Gulliver within a context that challenges all traditional values of western society causes the protagonist to contrast England and Houyhnhnmland, and drawing the conclusion that the second is the better, even if he occupies a serving role under a master.
The permanency that Houyhnhnmland has pressed upon Gulliver is again highlighted through his return home, when adding how his family know “to this hour they dare not presume to touch my Bread, or drink out of the same Cup,”[8] physically trying to distance himself from his yahoo family while recreating his Houyhnhnmland diet of mostly bread and milk. Gulliver discloses very early in this voyage with detail the Houyhnhnm’s diet, consisting of hay and oats, “neither of these were Food for me”,[9] leading him to producing bread, and drinking milk for sustenance, under the horse influence. The cultural connection that is established by food is present in Lilliput and again in Houyhnhnmland, where Gulliver “desires to return to ‘my own Species’”,[10] which is overcome when he manages to identify what he can eat.
The rationality of horses that act as a Lord over the land, are always juxtaposed by the image of the serving yahoos. The contrast in their diets is reflected within their manner, as the Houyhnhnms do not eat meat, they find it irrational, where as the yahoo “greedily devour” the ‘offensive’ flesh of other animals.[11] The differences between the Houyhnhnm’s diet and those of the yahoo, are reflected within their manner, where the horse doesn’t eat more then necessary, the yahoo greedily fights to eat in excess. This association between manner and diet is further theorised as Kelly outlines how “Houyhnhnmland displays the idealised pastoral features of Eden and the Golden Age” and that “as in Eden, vegetarianism prevailed in the Golden Age” as where “meat-eating did not commence until after the Fall”.[12] This contrast of paradise and the fall continue through Gulliver’s description of the horses to be a perfectly designed shape, against the inherent unsightly aspects of the yahoo. The relationship between the state of paradise of Houyhnhnmland and Gulliver’s overwhelming desire to remain within the horse community reinforces the rationality as well as justifies the rationality behind a vegetarian ideal.
           
            Gulliver uses yahoo skin as leather in an attempt to distance himself from the race of ‘brutes’, which is an act that may be associated with the introduction of The Island of Doctor Moreau, as Prendrick floats in a dinghy with two other men, and the idea of cannibalism is raised. As the protagonists within both texts are faced with a decision to desecrate humans, knowing Gulliver chose to use skin, Prendrick’s opportunity is drawn short when the opportunity is thrown overboard along with his two shipmates. The novel establishes animal instincts as a survival attempt, opposing the cultured ideas of civility. The questioning of cultural ideas is a strong theme reflected within Moreau as the cultural debate surrounding the early 19th century regarded Darwin’s theory of degeneration as a threat of a regression into savagery. As Lee outlines, that the “commonality between cannibalism and meat-eating” is a result from the degenerate theories, and that Wells’ novel establishes this interchangeable relationship immediately through the cannibal struggle.[13]
            Saved from the dingy, Prendick ends up cast upon Doctor Moreau’s Island, where experimental creatures roam. As Prendick comes to meet and understand how the demi-humans were created, he also learns how Moreau is maintaining order, by reproducing techniques of the church. The Sayer of the Law repeats as if a prayer to a chanting audience: “Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?”[14] To abstain from the consumption of the animal symbol is here symbolised as a way of accessing humanistic behaviour; “Not to eat Fish or Flesh; that is the Law. Are we not Men?”[15] Similarly to Gulliver, linking the rational beings with the vegetarian diet. As well as linking religiously to the description of Houyhnhnmland replicating a Golden Age, Wells can be seen doing a similar thing, as the human-esque animals do not partake in meat-eating while imitating a community setting, “the lion shall eat straw like the ox.”[16] This paradise is contrasted to Moreau’s compulsion to tame nature which is argued as an exaggeration of the problems with Western science as ‘madness’,[17] which Prendrick’s questioning monologues stand against; “I asked him why he had taken the human form as a model”,[18] when learning about the vivisections mutilating animals. The community is limited to an imitation, as Moreau has given the creatures a capacity to behave as humans through vivisection, still lacking the agency to live independently.
            The failure within the novel is performed by the obsessive instinct of the mutilated animals to kill, consume and return to their natural animal manner. As expeditions on the island uncover rabbits to be the original victims of the creatures’ regression, it may be highlighted that the figurative rabbit recognised for its uncontrollable reproduction, is here embodied as the inability to maintain control over the lives of the beast-people. Control being the primary reason Moreau encourages a vegetarian diet within the Island, as it requires a self-governing discipline, while deterring any blood-thirsts.
Having the novel begin with a cannibalistic pressure upon the narrator, as he travels toward a savage island, where the inhabitants are constantly slipping into an animalistic urge, maintains the prominence of consumption. As Lee highlights the degeneration theory circulating contextually, forced society to revaluate how to define itself from the animal kingdom through custom, as evolutionist thinking questioned the separation between animal and human, so too the consumption of meat was challenged.[19] This reflection upon custom is similar to that of Gulliver, by examining how eating fish or flesh can be easily linked to ideas of society’ devolution, while situating vegetarianism upon the evolutionary chain.  
Unlike the two previous texts examined for their animalistic qualities, Elizabeth Costello approaches the issues surrounding the consumption of animals from a human view. The novel compiles a selection of lectures, and conversations with people regarding the various sensitive issues. The chapters three and four largely circulate around ‘The lives of Animals’; as chapter three regards the philosophers and the fourth reviewing poets’ relationships to the topic. Costello voices problems with animal farming industries, and the inhumane number of killings. Inhumane as she mentions how it is only in “abstract we may be able to count to a million,”[20] with equal difficulty conceiving of others’ deaths, so inhumane here represents in unjust acts as well as humans' inability to conceive certain large ideas. To heighten the impact of her argument, Costello compares the cattle slaughter to the holocaust, reducing the people living in the countryside at the time to immoral people for ignoring the horrors ‘for one’s own sake’.[21]
Philosophically the point that Costello is making about animals, is that reason is not enough, setting a distinction between herself and St Thomas’ argument that “animals, lacking reason, cannot understand the universe but have simply to follow its rules blindly, proves that, unlike man, they are part of it but not part of its being.”[22] Followed by a correction of Costello’s ‘dilemma’ that “reason and seven decades of life experience” explain how reason cannot be anything other then a ‘suspicious’ “being of a certain spectrum of human thinking”.[23] In true character representation Coetzee has his narrator admit and understand all lengths to her own hipocracy, as she is “wearing leather shoes” and “carrying a leather purse”, while discouraging an “overmuch respect” for herself.[24]
Surrounding Coetzee’s work is an undistinguishing question to how the author’s slips between the creator and the character of the novel. Utilising Vint’s argument on the Island that Prendick is first driven from the house by the cries of a female puma, that the importance of the female symbol being physically within the animal, which inspires Prendick’s “link to female sentimentality.”[25] Sentimentality being understood as an aspect of femininity, it may be deduced that the significance of Elizabeth Costello being a female, means she has a greater capacity for sympathy. And as Doniger highlights “the assumption that any animal that one ate had to have been killed by someone led to natural association between the ideal vegetarianism and the ideal of nonviolence toward living creatures”.[26] Costello is given a greater agency but also a greater conviction on matters of the heart, the heart being, possibly a leather purse, where animals are kept.
Her sympathies with animals are laid from the first chapter, “I feel like Red Peter” a challenging statement that acknowledges the limits of literature to imitate the thought of an animal. Refocusing the argument of animal liberations away from reason, toward sympathy. The use of simile within her statement is an example of how “Costello tries passionately to convince her audience of her commitments, Coetzee recurrently dramatizes her lack of success” as isolation and passive aggressive arguments.[27] As the narrator unfolds her arguments on stage, it may be suggested that the failure to persuade her audience into Vegetarianism is a reflection for her rejection of reason. As she comments how “I am not a philosopher of the mind but an animal exhibiting” a wound which is covered up, “but touch on in every word.”[28] Concluding how Costello discourages the eating of animals but encourages through her own lectures, the reading, and consumption of animals created within the symbolic realm.

The three texts examine different approaches to how the partaking of animals affects their consumers. Gulliver’s Travels opens the digestive divide to then occupy the space, surrounded by a higher rational being of the horses with only truth and gentility for attributes, which is juxtaposed with the yahoos’ lowly being. Doctor Moreau carries on with the similar themes of rationality in association to vegetarianism, but uses a more aggressive result in animal nature when eating flesh. While Elizabeth Costello upholds the animalist liberations, argues for vegetarianism reforms to take place upon sympathetic compulsion. Despite the innumerable health benefits and inventive food options - that will be omitted from this essay - these three texts provide a large spectrum of reasons behind a vegetarian diet, and at the very least provide a platform that allows for a large enough consumption of animals through literature.

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[2] Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels (London: W.W. Norton and Company, 1726). P19.
[3] Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels (London: W.W. Norton and Company, 1726). P19.
[4] Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels (London: W.W. Norton and Company, 1726). P19.
[5] J.M. Coetzee, Elizabeth Costello (Sydney: Random House Australia, 2003). P63.
[6] Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels (London: W.W. Norton and Company, 1726). P191.
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[8] Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels (London: W.W. Norton and Company, 1726). P244.
[9] Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels (London: W.W. Norton and Company, 1726). P197.
[10] Michael Franklin, “Lemuel Self-Translated; Or, Being an Ass in Houyhnhnmland,” The Modern Language Review (Modern Humanities Research Association) 100, no. 1 (Jan 2005): 1-19.
[11] Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels (London: W.W. Norton and Company, 1726). P195.
[12] Ann Kelly, “Gulliver as Pet and Pet Owner: Conversations with Animals in Book 4,” ELH (The Johns Hopkins University Press) 74, no. 2 (2007): P332.
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[15] H.G. Wells, The Island of Doctor Moreau (Canada: Broad View Press, 1896). P114.
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[17] Sherryl Vint, “Animals and Animality from the Island of Moreau to the Uplift Universe,” The Yearbook of English Studies (Modern Humanities Research Association) 37, no. 2 (2007): P86.
[18] H.G. Wells, The Island of Doctor Moreau (Canada: Broad View Press, 1896). P126.
[19] Michael Lee, “Reading Meat in H.G. Wells,” Studies in the Novel (University of North Texas) 42, no. 3 (2010): P250.
[20] J.M. Coetzee, Elizabeth Costello (Sydney: Random House Australia, 2003). P63.
[21] J.M. Coetzee, Elizabeth Costello (Sydney: Random House Australia, 2003). P64.
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[24] J.M. Coetzee, Elizabeth Costello (Sydney: Random House Australia, 2003). P89.
[25] Sherryl Vint, “Animals and Animality from the Island of Moreau to the Uplift Universe,” The Yearbook of English Studies (Modern Humanities Research Association) 37, no. 2 (2007): P90.
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[27] Elizabeth Anker, “Elizabeth Costello, Embodiment, and the Limits of Rights,” New Literary History (The Jogn Hopkins University Press) 42, no. 1 (2011): P181.
[28] J.M. Coetzee, Elizabeth Costello (Sydney: Random House Australia, 2003). P71.