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Poetry from Mark Young
Direction Specificity is not required. Vague words, curtailed gest- ures, the new moon pregnant with the old. Enough to point a rough but ready way. Glueless Postered walls. A kind of transient lounge for those who came through, never stayed to see their presence over-written. The blindness of history. penumbra That was the part that always passed him by. The moment when things changed, when current became previous. He missed the nuances. Failed to realize that the shifts in light that came & went were not simply movements of the sun. L'Avventura & then he made or jotted down or maybe just thought a few words about this movie in which the leading lady vanishes part way through, with the rest of the film given over to a futile search for her. But when he left the cinema he found all of his words had disappeared & no matter how hard he tried to recall them on the way home, they never came back
Artwork from Mark Young
Poetry from Mark Young
Clubbed clubbing A chick band dance- mix of "If You Could Read My Mind" slaps my face as I enter. De- sensitized, sanitized, stripped to the bone & machine polished to the point where the body the skeleton belongs to is barely recognizable. What would chaos do? Counter- productive. He held out his hand to entropy & had his fingers bitten off. Now he can no longer hold out his begging bowl, & the ground's too unstable to rest it there. Sometimes the results are pleasing A Swedish botanist found a cardigan amongst some neglected fruit trees. Trimmed in black, it bore a skull & crossbones insignia, & was buttoned up on the wrong side. She theorized this latter aspect might present a unique approach to a timeless prob- lem, how to fit round poems into square books. Your / expressions of / interest are most welcome That water festival is almost here. The property is known to contain pigeon lofts & new electoral reforms, a World War II flu vaccination campaign, & several 1800s stables. It's ex- pected some temperature records will almost certainly be broken.
Collaboration between artist Thomas Fink and poet Mark Young
from 100 Titles from Tom Beckett:
#84: Whose Skin Might This Be?
To be comfortable in your own skin is the beginning of strength.
Charles Handy
Alcohol acts as a sedative. Hormones
die down, dopamine starts to fire. I am
more relaxed, sorting out in my mind
the more meaningful aspects of my life
by writing down notes about them even
though I do not process language by an
analysis of its grammatical categories.
Our personalities, the environments
that nurture us, make us who we are.
Character has an inherently moral cast.
That an assassin has their own moral
code is something few people talk about.
To be comfortable in someone else’s
skin is the beginning of compassion.
#85: Scanning Barcodes
starts a new life of piety & righteousness
can put a child in serious danger of injury or unnecessary medical care
sometimes makes an individual decide to perpetrate a sexual crime on another person
makes some people say they feel exhausted & sad after doing it
makes other people turn to pornography to self soothe their anxiety or depression
is generally associated in the Western world with Right-wing populism
can cause your body to release a number of hormones
may cause inflammation of the pancreas
is a pejorative label used to discriminate against “new religious movements”
helps dogs to develop patience
causes your tyres to wear down more quickly
kills more than 480,000 people in the U.S. each year
will not lead to blindness
Note: The poem ‘Scanning Barcodes’ has appeared previously in Scud. Our thanks for permission to include it here.
Poetry from Mark Young
Today the post- woman brought me a tracking cookie. I don't mind it following me around the house, but I hate the crumbs it leaves behind. ∆ Today the post- woman brought me the end of the world. It whimpered at me. Goddamned Preacher! Spoilt things for all us pyrotechnicians. ∆ Today the post- woman brought me a refugee camp. “What’s this?” I asked her. “It’s the cast- off thousands you said you wanted,” she replied. ∆ Today the post- woman brought me The City That Never Sleeps. "I'm here for some R&R," it said; & promptly crashed out on the La-Z-Boy in the front room where it's been snoring for the last four hours. ∆ Today the post- woman brought me a compendium of investigative studies by Shop- Wiki & others that report an average of 13 people per year are killed by over- tipping vending machines but less that one every two years is killed by under- tipping a waiter. ∆ Today the post- woman brought me some ephemera— at least that's what the customs declaration on the empty box said was in it. ∆ Today the post- woman brought me a letter for Abraham Lincoln. He's here only during the winter months so I sent it on, c/o his Gettys- burg address. ∆
Poetry from Mark Young
Some geographies: Batangas Only an exceptional lawyer, with a strong resemblance to motor Jacksonian epilepsy & a somewhat heavier bass- line trailing behind them, can perform a confident victory lap without slamming the putter back into the bag & stewing on their flight back from Manila. Gabès Candy may be hard to find in the fast- food franchises built by the former colonial government in the airport terminal, but, thanks to the U.S. military intelligence supplying them in an electronic format, pretzels are plentiful. Palembang Scotch whisky — or was it Irish? Or both? — is said to be enhanced by distilling it over burning peat. Here peatland fire is given as a reason why not to visit the city. Not always so. Yijing, a 7th- century Chinese monk, came back from a six month stay excited by the plethora of electronic billboards, & how they scraped the sky. Little heard from him after that. Rumor has it the Dutch East India Company obtained his silence by promising him the royalties from any future use of that sky-scraping word along with a speaking part in the upcoming Blade Runner movie. Balikpapan There was a pig tied up in a corner. A toddler was tied up on several pieces of board in a state of lying. How dare they say there was no evidence of white supremacy? My brain keeps running a marathon. The frontal lobes eventually get overloaded. We can't easily make these problems go away. Instead of dinner with a big group we have Zoom & cookies. It is so tiring. Jezqazǵan A quick snack is all the guide- books say you can find here. They suggest you go some- where else, to a nearby city perhaps, if you're looking for memorable moments. Maybe that's why the Soyuz rocket of expedition 49 landed near- by, to relax "in a remote region in Kazakhstan" after the hustle & bustle of space. It was my 75th birthday. If I'd known they were going to be around, I would have invited them along. Cork Only infections acquired after surgery can dominate the men's 400m hurdles & remove all un- necessary programs in the expansive & expanding field of Irish studies. Bayanbulag It may be tucked away in a dark graffiti-covered alley but you can often find out what yurts are currently on the market or what the relationship is between nutritional status & motor development by following the many conversations on religion & culture that occur in the manicured gardens of the Divine Word University.