Poem
Mark Waldron
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The mood is polite, facetious.Manning himself, disordered, facticious.
The average colour, purpley-beige
except when it’s dark. (Forgive me,
but all of us, we did look up at the
night sky. We saw behind the day’s
blue curtain – saw the terrible workings.
It seemed so bored with us!)
According to the intro (and why not?),
the average temperature is coldish,
depending. The sky, humdinging.
Geography, nice, alien,
peninsularic. Penguins, erroneous.
The sea, blank, made quite crispy
with say-so. Manning, popped,
avoidant. Marcie, ghosted, jizzed, lit.
I could go on. Beasts don’t even
glance at a smashed moon.
From: Meanwhile, Trees
Publisher: Bloodaxe, London
Publisher: Bloodaxe, London
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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The mood is polite, facetious.Manning himself, disordered, facticious.
The average colour, purpley-beige
except when it’s dark. (Forgive me,
but all of us, we did look up at the
night sky. We saw behind the day’s
blue curtain – saw the terrible workings.
It seemed so bored with us!)
According to the intro (and why not?),
the average temperature is coldish,
depending. The sky, humdinging.
Geography, nice, alien,
peninsularic. Penguins, erroneous.
The sea, blank, made quite crispy
with say-so. Manning, popped,
avoidant. Marcie, ghosted, jizzed, lit.
I could go on. Beasts don’t even
glance at a smashed moon.
From: Meanwhile, Trees
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