To celebrate our 75th birthday, we’re presenting exceptional works from Meanjin’s past that have defined and challenged Australian literary culture. Chris Wallace-Crabbe is a patron of Meanjin , and has been a contributor for many years. A memoir from his eightieth birthday was recently published by Meanjin and can be read here.
Body, my leather animal,
pads round the house,
hunches and leaps
feeling as fit as a trout,
the glassy apple still uneaten,
wisdom’s feathers unstirred.
Our legs and our arms,
are full of torpid memories:
dead right, and yet
the future walks through us too,
like a breeze threading corridors.
I cannot tell out of what grove
the millennial voices rise,
singing their ice-cold song.
What we are pleased to call mind
shuffles the polygons down in its coal-dark shaft,
always hoping to unperplex
our days of bitterness:
general, king, priest, it keeps
hammering out injunctions hard because
he who pays the fumbling piper
commonly calls the tune.
Meanjin Volume 35 Issue 4 1967
The full Meanjin archive can be accessed at www.informit.com.au/meanjinbackfiles