Friday, June 05, 2026

Much has been written recently about the renewed appeal of extreme political doctrines in Western liberal democracies, including Australia. It may be that we are now a sufficient distance from the end of the Second World War (1945) and the Cold War (1991) for a kind of amnesia to take effect.

As a high school student in the 1970's, I was only too well aware of the lessons learnt from the last great conflagration, particularly the defeat of fascism. There was also the horror of the Holocaust, which proceeded almost clinically from Nazi ideology.

The Cold War highlighted that other extreme - this time on the left - communism, or at least, it's application. While some folks in democracies flirted with Soviet or Maoist Communism, the majority of people did not think kindly of a system which enslaved its people (in all manner of ways), was authoritarian and frankly, incompetent.

My advice to young people who may, for very good reasons, be disillusioned with liberal democracy, is to go back to very recent history and read the accounts of good people trapped in these bad systems, the stories about imprisonment, the massacres, forced starvations, threadbare existences, hopelessness and so forth.

Fascism and communism are pernicious ideologies propounded by fanatical ideologues, none of whom should be running a country. Human life comes second to whatever the 'plan' is. Better to focus on reforming the system we have, not return to a very dark past.


Wednesday, June 03, 2026

 Mary’s Song


Blue homespun and the bend of my breast

keep warm this small hot naked star

fallen to my arms. (Rest…

you who have had so far

to come.) Now nearness satisfies

the body of God sweetly. Quiet he lies

whose vigor hurled

a universe. He sleeps

whose eyelids have not closed before.

 

His breath (so slight it seems

no breath at all) once ruffled the dark deeps

to sprout a world.

Charmed by dove’s voices, the whisper of straw,

he dreams,

hearing no music from his other spheres.

Breath, mouth, ears, eyes

he is curtailed

who overflowed all skies,

all years.

Older than eternity, now he

is new. Now native to earth as I am, nailed

to my poor planet, caught that I might be free,

blind in my womb to know my darkness ended,

brought to this birth

for me to be new-born,

and for him to see me mended

I must see him torn.


Luci Shaw


The poet enters the imagination of Mary, mother of Jesus. She reflects upon the miracle of her pregnancy, the amazing fact of God in her womb. Yet the poem ends with the understanding of where it will all end - 'for him to see me mended/I must see him torn.'


Tuesday, June 02, 2026

Every four years it comes around, a tournament that is impossible to ignore, even if you are not a sports fan of any ilk. I speak of the 2026 football World Cup, held, on this occasion, in North America.

Australia is back for the 7th time and for the 6th time in a row. We are podded with the United States (one of the hosts), Türkiye and Paraguay, any one of which can beat each other. There is no obvious top-seeded team in this group, which makes picking winners very tricky. You would have to give the Americans some home-ground advantage I suppose, though getting out of the group stage is easier than usual, with the top two teams progressing. Eight teams who perform best in third place spot will also go to the round of 32. That is a generous path to progression indeed.

The Socceroos, therefore, have a decent opportunity to progress. The matter is entirely in their hands. A timid, defensive-minded posture will be a quick path to elimination. Sure, we don't have quite the quality of our opponents, but we have something else - call it what you will - the shirt, Australian pride, a tough-minded refusal to quit, some other x factor.

For my money the Turks will be the toughest match. We face them first up. A draw will, in many respects, be a win, in this group.