Two Poems
Apprenticeship
My father saw,
by chance,
in a shop window,
a chest of drawers
he’d made
as an apprentice cabinet maker,
in a trade he’d long ago
put behind him;
he didn’t buy it,
and was puzzled
by my interest;
I got some idea
of how deeply
he detested his history.
Understanding (Re T. J. M.)
Talking to an old mentor,
much loved, now dead,
mentor in intellectual manners,
not poetry, he said,
of a piece of modern poetry
we used to quote
to each other,
and which enlivened
our days,
I don’t understand it,
not altogether,
but that doesn’t matter,
from which I knew instantly
he understood it well and
at the most important level.
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