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Maxine Beneba Clarke - on Harmony and Rhythm

Your Memories

  • There’s a Rhythm by Piri Altraide
    I didn’t want to spoil it, Untouched and perfect as it was. I didn’t want to ruin it, Enter and disrupt it, Untouched and perfect as it was. There's a rhythm in your song. There's a rhythm in your tears. There's a rhythm, there's a rhythm, there's a rhythm.…


  • 3 anchors by Rahima Evelina Velagıç di İanni
    We sat near the giant purse on Bourke Street mall in Melbourne. We closed our eyes and listened to the sounds of Melbourne. I grouped them into 3: the tram, the people, and the city's hum. I added my voice to Melbourne. Years later I still distill them into 3. As if I need 3 anchors to ground me in Melbourne.…


  • The Fall by Mark Smith
    All was rhythm on the back of Yogi, his head tilted into the wind and the power of him pushing up through me, beckoning my hands to give him more rein. It all happened too quickly for me to see what spooked him, led him to lurch suddenly sideways, his weight forward and his neck dropping away. All the rhythm that held us together, that led me to re…


  • A migrant story by Elisabeth Hanscombe
    My mother cries when she sees the names on the memorial wall at the Immigration Museum. She runs a hand through her thin hair, tinted blond in memory of her youth as the traffic stutters along Flinders Street. ‘I need a moment to sit, ‘she says, and perches her frail body on a stone step. She gazes at the plaque: Jan Christiaan and Elisabeth S…


  • Swimming by
    Swimming training in a suburban pool, end of the summer and I'd been training most mornings. This morning, the coach's instructions came together in my body, I flowed through the water instead of floundering. I found it for a brief time – the harmony and the rhythm. Then winter came and I never returned to swimming training.…


  • Bassoon lips by Aimée
    The first day of high school I take myself to the music department to learn french horn. I was obsessed with french horn. Beautiful tenor sound, bright and shiny. The head of the instrumental program looks at me, and declares 'You can't play french horn.' What? This was my dream, I was utterly devastated. 'No,' he says, 'you have something much …


  • Emo times at Ridgemont High by
    In high school there was this annual talent show, Variety Nite, usually full of fit dancers and the Samoan guys crooning. It was also usually one of those groups who won the show. When I was 15, my best friend and I (two angry kids smackbang in the middle of the mid-'00s resurgence of emo) decided to enter - half in irony, half in some secret and d…


Maxine Beneba Clarke

About Maxine Beneba Clarke

Maxine Beneba Clarke is an Australian writer of Afro-Caribbean heritage. She is a spoken word poet whose essays, fiction & short stories have been published nationally, including in the Age, the Big Issue, O…… read more

About This Project

Memory Makes Us is a live writing event that challenges writers to create a new work using as their inspiration collected memories from the general public. The project seeks contributions from anyone both online and in person during each event in a… read more

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Kate Fielding - on Haircut

Your Memories

  • My lesbian haircut by
    As I came to accept my identity as a lesbian, I decided to embrace the stereotype by cutting my thick, curly hair short. It was a disaster - didn't look good, didn't suit my hair type and took forever to grow back!…


  • Lessons I have learned: Do Not Go T0 Your Mother’s Hairdresser by
    Exhibit A:When you are 15 years old and you have dark brown hair and you live on the Gold Coast and succumb to peer pressure and get your first ever streaks. And the trainee MELTS YOUR HAIR so that instead of blonde streaks , you have basically a scalp dripping with broken rubber bands. Exhibit B: Gap year. Your Dad's just died. You and your Mum…


  • Fringe by
    She'd never cut curly hair before. She washed it in the basin then combed it all out straight. 'How long do you like the fringe?' she asked, and I put my finger across my forehead at eyebrow height. She stretched the hair out in her comb and sliced it off right there. I wanted to scream at her to stop, but I was only 11 and what did I know. She put…


  • A Hairy Tale by Nanette Clifton
    It was the MLHA, Australian Hairstyling Championships in Canberra 1962. The young hairdresser had only fifteen minutes to get to the hair competition venue. Nanette and Wendy had flown to Canberra from Sydney. They left the allotted hairdressing salon for a snack. They would pick up the beautiful fantasy hairpiece afterwards. When they came back…


  • Frazzer by
    When I first met my partner, I discovered her family all used the word 'frazzer' as slang for 'haircut'. To this day I have no idea if it was a regional thing or just a word they made up themselves. I don't even know if I'm spelling it properly.…


  • The Selfie Haircut by Jenni Curry
    Sick of the rising price of haircuts, and my continued low income, I decided I should cut my own hair. I washed and brushed it. I asked Mum to trim the ends, then started to cut in the layers. This was a completely new haircut for me so I had no 'template' to follow. I stood in front of the mirror, pulling sections of hair up and chipping into them…


  • alopecia by Scott-Patrick Mitchell
    when i was 19 all my hair fell out. i could pull it out in great big clumps. it was potentially one of the most horrific moments in my life, but strangely i wished i had gone to the local mall and sat there, pulling out clump after clump, because how else to raise awareness than put it in the public sphere. that kinda encapsulates the pain i felt: …


Kate Fielding

About Kate Fielding

Kate Fielding builds creative platforms for intercultural conversations. She is a cultural strategist, a writer of narrative non-fiction and an advocate for social change hairdressing. Kate is a 2014-2016 Sidney Myer Creative Fellow.…… read more

About This Project

Memory Makes Us is a live writing event that challenges writers to create a new work using as their inspiration collected memories from the general public. The project seeks contributions from anyone both online and in person during each event in a… read more

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  • If you're wondering why we've been quiet these last few months, it's because we've been helping build this. ,
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