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Mark Waldron
No Wonder
No Wonder
No Wonder
No Wonderwe’re miserable, seeing as we don’t know what’s happening.
Plants tick,
and the neutered soup of dust
dinders in between sweet jester.
Harrumph and again the earth offers up its rough parchment of hunger
and insisting on it ad infinitum.
(No, I don’t know either.)
Silly blown earth with its trivial
import and the tracks we left in it. I love your tracks btw,
that are so brim-full of emptiness. Where did you go exactly?
I have taken to
following myself because I’m imitable. I don’t know what more to say.
© 2018, Mark Waldron
Mark Waldron
(United States of America, 1960)
Called ‘the most striking and unusual new voice’ in contemporary British poetry’ by John Stammers, Mark Waldron brings us a world at once real and unreal, familiar and strange. His self-reflexive poems break the fourth wall and then give the fourth wall a personality. He is pursued by a cast of recurring characters who seem to rebel against their creator. Original, accessible and fantastical, W...
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No Wonder
No Wonderwe’re miserable, seeing as we don’t know what’s happening.
Plants tick,
and the neutered soup of dust
dinders in between sweet jester.
Harrumph and again the earth offers up its rough parchment of hunger
and insisting on it ad infinitum.
(No, I don’t know either.)
Silly blown earth with its trivial
import and the tracks we left in it. I love your tracks btw,
that are so brim-full of emptiness. Where did you go exactly?
I have taken to
following myself because I’m imitable. I don’t know what more to say.
No Wonder
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