Postcards from Malthusia DAY THIRTY-FOUR: Mark Robinson

The Present Imperfect

An improvisation on Yves Bonnefoy’s ‘L’imperfection est la cime’


A need to stop and stop and stop,

salvation only, cheap at any price.


Spoil the bare face rising from marble,

hammer any shape, any beauty.


We’d love a perfect thing, a wide-opened door,

but deny it as soon as we saw it, cut it dead.


The present imperfect is now our summit.




Mark Robinson’s New & Selected Poems, How I Learned to Sing  was published by Smokestack in 2014. His poem The Infinite Town is carved onto a large plinth on Stockton-on-Tees High Street. He is currently engaged in creating 55 musical pieces of 55 seconds length whilst he is 55, via the alter ego Longarmstapler:

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