"Republic of Love"

Falconer, DC

"Republic of Love"

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Publisher:: University of Hawaii Press
Publication Type:: Exhibition
Citation:: Manoa Journal

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Field	Value	Language
dc.contributor.author	Falconer, DC https://orcid.org/0000-0002-7531-1781	en_US
dc.identifier.citation	Manoa Journal	en_US
dc.identifier.uri	http://hdl.handle.net/10453/12327
dc.description.abstract	I, Mary the Larrikin, tart of Jerilderie, have loved for roast beef and I have loved for the feather on a well-trimmed hat. In my room above the hotel bar I have felt a squatter's spurs and sucked once on a bishop's fingers. The perfumes of my thighs have greased many a stockman's saddle and kept him company through lonely nights. Men can nose out my room from thirty miles away, their saddlebags tight and heavy with desire. But of all the men I have ever loved, Ned Kelly, dead three years before they put him in the ground, stole my heart away.	en_US
dc.format	short story	en_US
dc.publisher	University of Hawaii Press	en_US
dc.relation.ispartof	Manoa Journal	en_US
dc.title	"Republic of Love"	en_US
dc.type	Exhibition
utslib.location	Hawaii	en_US
utslib.for	200502 Australian Literature (excl. Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Literature)	en_US
pubs.embargo.period	Not known	en_US
pubs.organisational-group	/University of Technology Sydney
pubs.organisational-group	/University of Technology Sydney/Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences
pubs.organisational-group	/University of Technology Sydney/Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences/Creative Writing Program
pubs.organisational-group	/University of Technology Sydney/Strength - CPCE - Centre for Creative Practices and the Cultural Economy
utslib.copyright.status	closed_access
pubs.place-of-publication	Hawaii	en_US

Abstract:

I, Mary the Larrikin, tart of Jerilderie, have loved for roast beef and I have loved for the feather on a well-trimmed hat. In my room above the hotel bar I have felt a squatter's spurs and sucked once on a bishop's fingers. The perfumes of my thighs have greased many a stockman's saddle and kept him company through lonely nights. Men can nose out my room from thirty miles away, their saddlebags tight and heavy with desire. But of all the men I have ever loved, Ned Kelly, dead three years before they put him in the ground, stole my heart away.

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