Poems from Lerici: Like an Expert Hand
Now that it’s evening and the cicadas have stopped,
now that the fly has been replaced by the mosquito
and there is a slight coolness that makes the air mild,
even now it is still your voice
that touches me inside. Like an expert hand that knows
where
and how
to touch.
Paolo Bertolani
translated by Massimo Bacigalupo and Jennifer Compton
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