Border Security
“Have you anything to declare?” they always ask,
And while, in all good conscience, we say, “No …”,
At times we’re first to take ourselves to task
And, being officially cleared, may straightway go
To that other customs desk that’s set within,
Where officers, accustomed to the lies
Expediency urges on us, will begin
To go through all our luggage while each tries
To explain it all away: the forbidden fruit,
The ornamental weapons never meant
For violent use, of course, and the medication
That could just be “prohibited” …
How readily bent
Is often the offence to the occasion!
Meanwhile we travellers traduce ourselves to stand,
Innocent passports in each trembling hand.
Many will disagree, but World War III is too great a risk to run by involving ourselves in a distant border conflict
Sep 25 2024
5 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