Dancing in Toledo
A freak wind formed, from papers, leaves,
The heavens in the front yard of
A home for spastics, beneath which
They whirled too, in harmony with
An uncoordinated sky,
As happy as they’ll ever be,
Perhaps. And then it dropped and left
Them in the lurch with giddiness
To do the same and fall, with all
The other bodies to the ground.
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