They're fucking serious?

from The Australian newspaper today:

"HEAVYWEIGHT authors including Germaine Greer and Clive James have made the short list for the inaugural Prime Minister's Literary Awards.

The short lists for the $100,000 fiction and nonfiction prizes, to be given next month, were announced by federal Arts Minister Peter Garrett in Sydney yesterday."

A poem by the above-mentioned Clive James, from the Australian Literary Review, a liftout in the above-mentioned newspaper, yesterday.

Grace Cossington Smith's Post-Impressionist Harbour Bridge

Grace Cossington Smith, Grace Cossington Smith,
Your name is yet one to be conjured with.
You painted the Bridge well before it was finished
And still the excitement remains undiminshed,
Your patchwork of pigments enhancing its myth.
Grace Cossington Smith, Grace Cossington Smith,
Your skill was the essence, the fulcrum and pith
Of all that we love about classical art
Embracing the modern and making it part
Of the total adventure that starts in the heart.

Grace Cossington Smith, Grace Cossington Smith,
Your moniker honours your kin and your kith.
The studies you made of the Bridge uncompleted
Add up to a triumph that can't be repeated:
The lattice-work elements reach for each other
Like Damon and Pythias, brother to brother,
Imprinting the sky with the future before it
Was certain, and you were the one who foresaw it.
The polychrome grains of our grey megalith—
Grace Cossington Smith, Grace Cossington Smith.