Liz McQuilkin: Two Poems
David
They buried him
in a spanking new graveyard
between two concrete paths:
a man who loved the bush
nurtured native plants
sowed eucalypts where he could.
Six men lowered the coffin
in a hammock of ropes. Until
it stuck: they had overlooked
that shoulders always need
the broader end of the trench.
It seemed to some of us
as if he was rejecting
his final resting place
as if he knew somewhere better
near home at Evandale.
Until the order came
to raise him. They turned him round
in a penitent gavotte
and down he went again
this time a cosy fit
while all the mourners waited
to scatter sprigs of wildflowers
and the wind held its breath
before blowing hard and cold
upon that sterile place.
Liz McQuilkin
Withershins
If you plan to visit Le Musée d’Orsay,
arrive at least one hour before
the opening time of ten.
Once inside, ignore the sign
that says “Impressionists”.
Begin instead with “Post Impressionists”
and work your way backwards.
Alone in each room, without the crowds,
witness the wonder of Gauguin and Van Gogh.
Take in Seurat and the Symbolists,
then detour to adjacent rooms
filled with furniture—exquisite Art Nouveau.
By the time you enter “Impressionists”
the ten o’clock hordes will have moved on
and, with luck, you’ll beat the later wave
as you enter the almost empty rooms
to gaze uninterrupted on paintings
by Degas, Monet, Manet, Renoir …
After a lifetime of poring over art books,
it’s like meeting old friends
yet seeing each work with a new clarity:
observing the play of light
no camera ever quite captures,
following intimate brushstrokes
on body or gown,
watching the colours mingle
on trees and fields,
losing yourself in canvas
and loving it.
Liz McQuilkin
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