In the Instant of Falling
Losing my footing there are things that I know:
that I am falling; the floor is getting closer. Quickly.
That it is concrete. This is not going to stop.
And Oh! It’s going to hurt. It could be serious.
And I can do nothing.
Is this what it’s like—the end?
Like my repeated nightmare
—being before a firing squad,
waiting for a bullet already fired
to reach. That instant of impact,
the slow abrading of the skin.
Like watching you, Dad,
Oh, my father.
Already well on your way
what was happening, tell me,
what did you see?
You, God’s most devoted son,
why struggle as if you’d been bound
and taken prisoner?
Tell me, I am frightened too.
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.
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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
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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
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2 mins