Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Mark Waldron

Mark Waldron has published four poetry collections, his most recent, Sweet, like Rinky-Dink, with Bloodaxe Books in 2019. He was named a Next Generation Poet by the Poetry Book Society in 2014. In 2018, The Sunday Times listed him among the seven best poetry performers in the UK. He’s been published widely in newspapers and magazines in the UK and the US, and his work has been translated into Spanish, Romanian and Serbian.

 

Note on Poetics

I wrote these poems while inhabiting my furious old fellow persona. My furious old fellow persona can’t stand the word ‘poetics’, it brings to mind academia, he thinks; an environment he believes to be completely poisonous to poetry, as poisonous as the planet Venus is to us (carbon dioxide with clouds of sulphuric acid, since you ask). This persona just hates everything. He hates trees, he hates the sky, he hates chairs and roads. You name it, he hates it. If I spend too long looking at the world from his perspective, I’m worried I might never escape, so I tend to just quickly dip in and out of it. Part of what I like about inhabiting the position as a place to write from, is that it is in opposition to poetry’s usual perspectives. In fact part of what I like about poetry as an art form, is that it has so many conventions which are just begging to be flouted. There’s an awful lot of poetry to be had in the flouting of poetry’s conventions.

 

Poems by Mark Waldron

I have mixed feelings about the ground

I properly despise shops

I detest language

I can’t abide copulation

I loathe skin

Don’t get me wrong