Ivy
Ivy, follow me around, whatever
Wind me girdle-tight—like veins to sever
When I hack through with words and palette knive
See you come back so curly—greening alive
Laugh, make it tall, have to be so clever
Fashion—my great-nana in lace and chive
had Myrtle, Gladys-Ivy, farm and hive
Saw we have no endings, never say never
Ivy, follow me around
Gladys had my mother, eight kids, boys five
Jocelyn-Ivy raised to be “good”—wive
Got stuck on my dad, children—however
I want to breathe, not be chastened ever
Climb me to the sun, boot me to the low jive
I run to be free, Gypsy Lee forever
I-vee, follow me around
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