Hey hey hey, it’s time to recap the Kooyong Leaders Debate piece

Poor Selina, she had to watch the whole debate.

The Aesthetics of Poverty – Why students at UniMelb are so keen to appear poor.

The discourse accusing this so-called ‘student aesthetic’ of fetishising poorness has surfaced within the past year on social media (especially TikTok) and in conversations between students on and off

Satire: Farrago Shuts Down; Honi Soit Now Australia's Oldest Student Publication

As of today, Farrago Magazine, Australia’s oldest student publication, will cease operations under the current four editors.

VCA Students Demand UniMelb to Commit to “Zero Tolerance” Policy

Students at the Victorian College of the Arts (VCA) are calling on the University of Melbourne to “commit to stronger policies and actions when it comes to sexual assault”, after the University ignore

Divestment for Dummies: An UMSU Enviro Guide

Care about the environment but don't know what to do? Don't worry, 2022 UMSU Environment OBs Chelsea Daniel and Zach Matthews are coming to the rescue.



Through a Window

Sweetness wasn’t alone / When it flew out your window, / For some dusty sorrow hung soon after.

A illustration of an ornamental castle window, with fairy tale vibes, pictured from the inside. The Illustration by Matilda Lilford

While she called

From the hulled exhibition,

Plucking the skin in whispers

Of evanescent promise—

I waited for water

To roll us over the rocks

Into sleep.


Sweetness wasn’t alone

When it flew out your window,

For some dusty sorrow hung soon after.

It clung to the walls of this room

Where I could

Never once rest.


I held on until I couldn’t.

I held these folders for which

Mercy has distant faith—

Which he ropes along to an aisle of three.

His shoulders weaken without

The weight of you and I.

He trudges with love and

Loves whatever must vanish.


There’s no taste more private

Than waking cold from

No stony sleep, no absence.

Waking to the shiver of common day,

To the chagrined push

And pull in unlit hallways.


There is something to say of staying awake

When the arms between us aren’t ours—

Syndicates and stakeholders

Changing from nothing to one,

To nothing again.


If by now I called you lover

I would sink into forgotten snow,

I would hide the words that seemed

To be, but find them gone

Before you could turn to me.


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Farrago's magazine cover - Edition Three 2021


‘After Hours’ will transport you to a land of dizzy dreams and astonishing nightmares... A land where the rules that structure our days are turned on their heads; where stressed students let loose and follow the pull of the moon.

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