On the Street
Henry stands on the corner
His rug pulled round him tight
It kept him warm on his pavement space
All last night
Now he’s wrapped it round him
Pulled it over his head
And stands there on the corner
Just a few feet from his bed.
Henry is hiding from you
He isn’t quite sure why
He just wants you to keep going
Be another leaving, just a passer by,
The no one ever coming
Not where Henry hides.
J.R. McRae
Madam: Archbishop Fisher (July-August 2024) does not resist the attacks on his church by the political, social or scientific atheists and those who insist on not being told what to do.
Aug 29 2024
6 mins
To claim Aborigines have the world's oldest continuous culture is to misunderstand the meaning of culture, which continuously changes over time and location. For a culture not to change over time would be a reproach and certainly not a cause for celebration, for it would indicate that there had been no capacity to adapt. Clearly this has not been the case
Aug 20 2024
23 mins
A friend and longtime supporter of Quadrant, Clive James sent us a poem in 2010, which we published in our December issue. Like the Taronga Park Aquarium he recalls in its 'mocked-up sandstone cave' it's not to be forgotten
Aug 16 2024
2 mins