Consolation
One line in your email, full of events.
New paragraph, indented line, two-space gap
I could never be a believer in life ending at the grave.
After that you put your signature
and a line of crosses meant for kisses
like a war cemetery or barbed wire on a beach
waves break behind, turning white as paper
on which words are flecks.
But in your statement, like the rising moon
light seemed to change. You’d said it
and confided your absolute bottom line
a gift like the Maginot Line
and, if there was no war, as effective.
Something to hold in the heart. Even if
the Maginot Line fell or was by-passed
and graves in neat rows filled farms
instead of animals and inscriptions
instead of flowers bloomed on stone
ordered as lines in a book what
you gave was better than a row of stones.
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