Czech Republic (2)
As I travelled the countryside
Following communism’s fall,
I was struck by the damage half
A century of neglect had done
To statues of Christ crucified.
Thick lichen, missing faces, limbs,
Could make them difficult to pick,
And even though, against the odds,
He often clung for dear life to
A broken bit of Cross, His man-
Forged tree, it was sun’s splintering light
Transfiguring the clusters of
Red rowan berries spread like flesh
Throughout the branches which meant He’d
Always, regardless of art’s fate,
Survive the horrors of the times.
Graeme Hetherington
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