The Retiring Kind
What will you do in retirement,
is what so many people say.
Will your eyes still retain their glint
during the next thirty year stint?
How will you survive without pay?
What will you do in retirement?
But for whom is this question meant?
Is it for me, or for them, they pray?
Will your eyes still retain their glint?
Perhaps it’s disillusionment
which they suspect is on the way.
What will you do in retirement?
Without work where’s your fulfilment,
how will you occupy your day?
Will your eyes still retain their glint?
For me, poetry is enchantment,
a bright beacon to light up my way.
So I’ll be fine in retirement,
and my eyes will retain their glint!
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.
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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
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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
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2 mins