Poetry. "This masterful poetry extinguishes those artificial lines that
distinguish a moment from a century. It is all here and available to us,
Mark Young shows. 'A late / afternoon / point of co- / incidence // this
bench / in the / Botanical Gardens / shared / with Desnos / & Diogenes'
reminds us nature crafts consciousness right back at us. 'Black
cockatoos...small white flowers.' This against the beautiful political
purity of stating the truth in 'damp trumpets.' Quote from final poem,
'Damp Trumpets': 'Where are the submarines? I shouted out. You promised
you'd drain the swamp so I'd be able to see the submarines that were
lying on the bottom.' Things come together from a distance above,
revealing equally how far they are apart. Mark Young's keen eye disturbs
predictability. He knows from many angles refutation and commingling.
Pachelbel's Canon and mismatched feelings between a man and a
woman."--Sheila E. Murphy