Hard
Sometimes it’s hard to say the words
better to remain nothing in nothing out
stone on stone facing the sea
and everything knotted up
and anxious deep inside and under the stone
the stone is smooth and calm
heavy full of miracles for a brief moment
looks like it will split in two
it’s a riderless horse it’s a bird flying low
it’s nothing or someone or nothing again
out there in here somewhere deep
and calling are the words they have always
been there and always will be there
you can turn them over and over
kick at them and carry them in your arms
the gathering of stones the good luck of stones
the charming old beginnings of stones
hissing and spitting in the untold dark.
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