Bad Nights in Tents
I. Park Rapids
One of my worst, and certainly the first:
I was eleven, camping at Wilderness.
It was so cold a propane gas line burst,
so any spark could make the cabin blow.
Out to our igloos. Forty-two below.
How is that done? You dig down to the ground,
then pitch your tent, using for insulation
The Star Tribune and shoveled snow, then bless
the ridgepole with your flashlight’s fading glow.
The tent collapses with a cracking sound.
II. Isle Royale
Twelve years later: this tent was waterproof?
The Minong Trail, north shore of Isle Royale,
I didn’t trench our tent. It was a roof
all right, a chain of beaver ponds, small pools
where Eagle Scouts and minnows swam in schools.
Pines fell around us, all of them aligned
to spare four twenty-somethings from perdition.
No more protection than a parasol.
Finding us shivering on sawn log stools,
a ranger told us Nixon had resigned.
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