Tourist
In the dark ice-clad mountains
Above Limassol, a storm brewed.
It was the colour of History.
The wind’s edge was serrated,
With variegated pennants fluttering,
Clouds massed like an Order of Battle.
In broken Greek I requested
A cup of their best Turkish coffee.
The waiter, eyes black as Cypriot wine,
Left—and did not return.
Many will disagree, but World War III is too great a risk to run by involving ourselves in a distant border conflict
Sep 25 2024
5 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