Hundred Thousand Places

Häftad, Engelska, 2009

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To walk through a landscape is to be part of a slow unfolding of time and distance, to commit yourself to an adventure. The Hundred Thousand Places is a single poem that travels across seasons, through a variety of Scottish highland and island landscapes, from dawn to dusk. Make an early start, 'feel your way out / into what might…take form'. It is a long walk, along the coast, over mountain and moorland, through pine and birch forest, ending on a shore where the sea offers 'another knowledge / wild and cold'.Attentive and responsive, the unhurried pace of Thomas A. Clark's writing draws the reader into a shared journey, pausing on the possibilities of a phrase, the music of the names of trees and flowers, or turning the page to open new horizons.Cover painting: One Thousand Blue Places (detail) by Laurie Clark, reproduced by kind permission of the artist. Cover design by StephenRaw.com.

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Utgivningsdatum2009-11-28
Mått135 x 216 x 10 mm
Vikt136 g
FormatHäftad
SpråkEngelska
Antal sidor96
FörlagCarcanet Press Ltd
ISBN9781847770059

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Thomas A Clark lives in a fishing village on the east coast of Scotland. Five books of his poetry have been published by Carcanet, including The Hundred Thousand Places (2009), Yellow & Blue (2014), Farm by the Shore (2017), The Threadbare Coat (2020) and that which appears (2024). Numerous small books, cards and editions from his own Moschatel Press investigate ways that the presentation of poetry can inform sense and nuance. During the summer months, with the artist Laurie Clark, he runs Cairn Gallery, a space for minimal and conceptual art.

'The Hundred Thousand Places stands at a tentative and oblique angle to the more established modes of pastoral writing. There is a beautiful moment in George Oppen's 'Psalm' when he exclaims of some deer, 'That they are there!', and the fact of the natural world's being there at all supersedes the need for description. There is plenty of description in these poems, but they too converge on a place of revelation whose name is simply 'there'.'The Guardian