Mark Young
sacro iliad
For the past ten hours or so
the talking box of Francis Picabia
has been broadcasting Homer
in the classical Greek. I couldn't
follow it at first, caught up
on it only through the story
thus far summations which
follow the station identification
that comes in after every six
stanzas. It looks like Troy won't
be able to hold out much longer.
I wonder what happens then.
the angle of incidents = the angel of refraction
My second-
favourite title after
Samuel Delany's Time
considered as a helix
of semi-precious stones
is Janet Frame's
Scented gardens for the
blind. It was an
irony of exile
that I learnt about
the death of my
native country's most
famous contemporary author
from an American writer's
blog. Thanks, Kari,
for posting the news
sad though it was.
end of the line. The
I like using articles to end a
line. Sometimes an article
of faith, sometimes of clothing. &
occasionally a particle of speech
to give the space between lines
that extra bit of frisson. It is a
continuity, a way forward, not
the end of the line that some
flat-earthers seem to think it is.
*
In night- but real-time
Arizona he ignored
the prime directive &
stopped to buy onion rings
& a hamburger from a
roadside diner whose neon
sign appeared to be time's
preferred takeaway. All that
remained of it was The.
Copyright © Mark Young 2017
Mark Young lives in a small town in North Queensland in Australia, and has been publishing poetry for almost 60 years. He is the author of over 35 books, primarily text poetry but also including speculative fiction, vispo, and art history. His work has been widely anthologised, and his essays and poetry translated into a number of languages. His most recent books are Mineral Terpsichore and Ley Lines, both from gradient books of Finland, and The Chorus of the Sphinxes, from Moria Books in Chicago. A new collection, some more strange meteorites, is due out from Meritage and i.e. Press, California / New York, in early 2017. His work has appeared previously in Molly Bloom 5 and 7.