Mr Critical
They call me Mr Critical
Mr Critical is my name
I can find the flaw in a feather
the crack in a drop of rain
I’ve been granted authority
by the Holy Whatchamacallit
all you Masters of Shovelling Shit
I be the one to haul it
and all your Mighty Engines of Wit
I be the one to stall it
I was born under a baldhead moon
I sucked on a milkless breast
I got whooped with a barbed wire rattle
my dolly was a hornet’s nest
I run off my teachers with a two-handed axe
I burnt my school to the ground
if I don’t know it it can’t be known
and now I’ll tell you how
Call me Mr Critical
Mr Critical is my name
I can find the flaw in a feather
the crack in a drop of rain.
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