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Mark Goodwin

Mark Goodwin is a walker, balancer, climber, stroller ... and negotiator of places. He has a number of books and chapbooks with various English poetry houses, including Leafe Press, Longbarrow Press, and Shearsman Books. His chapbook Erodes On Air (described as a compressed mountain travelogue) is published in the U.S. by Middle Creek (Beulah, 2021). His latest chapbooks are: to ‘B’ nor as ‘tree’, with Intergraphia (Sheffield, October 2022); and Of Gone Fox, with The Hedgehog Poetry Press (Clevedon, April 2023). Mark lives with his partner on anarrowboat just north of Leicester, in the English Midlands

 

a sound-enhanced version of Clear Place

poetry, vocals & sound production: Mark Goodwin

original field-recording: Brian Lewis

other audio recording: Mark Goodwin


Clear Place ________________________________________________

The thickness of the body, far from rivalling that of the world, is on the contrary the sole means I have to go unto the heart of things, by making myself a world and by making them flesh. – Maurice Merleau-Ponty, The Visible and the Invisible

To create is to bring to existence what was not here before, but in such a way that the result is fully reconciled with everything that is already here. – Dalibor Vesely, quoted by David Seamon in Life Takes Place

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it is not near

nor is it far


the little clearing in

the brambles on

the waste

ground at

our city’s edge is

that Leicester’s ( or

could it equally


be

Sydney’s )


sirens spiralling our

fears through air

hear

here

where


Earth’s sky sets

its edge

against this

clearing’s

ceiling

the bramble wall round &

the smashed glit

tering syll ables of glass


here lies

a word not

written nor

spoken a


word the shape of


a person as

trans

parent as the

sur

rounding


glass fragments

person not near nor far a


person supine &

still & un

seen


listen


how the bees ent

wine with

the bud

dleias’ scent and

that wai

ting vib

ration of

breathing here


is a


place of some

clear-as-light

person a

sleep

 

Scrubland, by Dominique Cameron, charcoal on paper.


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