Hal G.P. Colebatch: Three Poems
Bunbury motel
How pleasant to wake
and see from the morning window
the white deployment of cricketers
on a green field above the sea!
Hal G.P. Colebatch
Driving into Bunbury
Suddenly, with houses all around
a flash of blue inlet, unfolding
into green mangroves
and white sacred ibis
on a golden mudbank in the sun.
Hal G.P. Colebatch
To an unnecessary light
I got up to piss one night
And for no good reason
(I could see and aim quite well without it)
Switched on the light.
The urine was red.
Next morning it was lemonade again
They caught it in time.
Eight years have passed
And I am alive because
For no good reason,
I switched on that light.
Hal G.P. Colebatch
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