Ivan Head: Three Poems
London: Jubilee Line at Speed
The Tube is an underground
Trumpet or Trombone,
existential frictive metallic rim;
steel wheel on rail,
wail of tempered line,
roar of its own metallic applause
pressing through mind-the-doors:
a rush of snare drum
and kettle drum with
stick on rim staccato,
a grand chorus of massive voice.
The train is its own movable valve pushing the air,
an exhalation from the underground
an exhilaration for passengers; a left-field satchmo.
Clint Eastwood Elementary USA
In every class room
Boom Boom Boom.
Ivan Head
On being asked to choose my gender from multiple choice on a government form
I think old age is its own gender.
It has its own agenda.
Like signs with indicators that say
The bushfire hazard is low today,
I sense my testosterone fade away.
Ivan Head
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