Comic Cuts
Comic Cuts
Bliss it was, that age of graphic styles
And very heaven Gem or Dynamite.
Those antique comics rolled us in the aisles,
Time after time in timeless black and white.
Ah mates, those were the golden days
When Aussie comics truly ruled the roost.
Those images that time cannot erase
Are like the madeleine to Marcel Proust.
And now our own recherche du temps perdu
Evokes the ghosts of limners long since dead,
Of Bancks and co. and Emile Mercier too;
That Frenchie with an Ocker in his head.
For now the heroes of our happy youth
May glide no more across the gilded page,
Sadly we face the unrelenting truth,
Like us they are undone at last by age.
Curly’s locks have grown extremely thin,
And Bluey early ran to fat; of course
They’re RSL-ders now and, though it’s dim,
The flame for them retains its primal force.
Ginger Meggs is snowy now, he flees
From Kelly only in his dreams;
And toothless Tiger’s daily on his knees,
He’s changed his chequered suit for bowler’s creams.
The Potts are eking out their pension cheque somehow,
And Pudden’s recent stroke has slowed him down.
The Major never will make colonel now
He’s changed his earthly, for a heavenly, crown.
Come back great Mercier, let your genius flower.
It’s only you can stem the sad parade.
O Supa-Dupa Man, now is the hour
For which Wocko the Beaut, and you alone, were made.
Return to us with healing in your wings.
Retwirl your gay mustachios, old boy.
Let Supplementary power infuse your vibrant springs
And bounce us back to multi-coloured joy.
Peter Jeffrey
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