R e a d i n g s

Poetry, that slow green fire,

In which even death is dying

To begin again.

—from “A Strangler’s Life”

Walking Underwater

Five Soft Nets: A Coledale Sonnet Cycle

Reading from the Canberra launch of Mark’s latest poetry collection, A Beginner’s Guide, December 2022.

Qinghai Poetry Festival

Reading at Qinghai Poetry Festival Xi'ning, China, June 2023

So Far

Music Calvin Bowman

Filmed by Jia

Love Haiku

Poetica Founder Miriam Hechtman curated The Beach that Speaks, a poetry and music event at Bondi Pavillion in celebration of Poetica’s 5th birthday.

So Far Recital

"So Far" an afternoon of piano and poetry with Calvin Bowman and Mark. Soprano voice by Miriam Whiting-Reilly. Named for a new piano work by Calvin Bowman, which receives its Melbourne premiere—a piece commissioned for Mark’s recent sixtieth birthday, responding to “So Far,” a love poem written for Jodie Williams, from Mark’s recent collection Walking Underwater. Mark and Calvin performed a small program of poems and piano works and reflected on the role of the lyric in an age of flattened prose, and chatted a little on the themes that organise Mark’s new book—how to live a life of presence, eternally renewed, informed also by the wisdom and humility carried into the present moment by forms and practices learned across a lifetime and from other times and ways than these.

Blue Square Event

“A Beginner’s Guide”: An evening of poetry, song & art at the Bowral Art Gallery as part of the Blue Square Exhibition Featuring acclaimed poets Dimitra Harvey & Mark Tredinnick, and new music—settings of poems from Mark’s brand-new book A Beginner’s Guide—from “Teddychook” (Russell Tredinnick & the Tred Family Singers). The proceeds were donated to CanAssist Southern Highlands to support people living with cancer.

Flat Rock, September

A Fistful of Chords and a Lightness of Touch

The Godwit

Why You’re Here

Gaudeamus Igitur

The Godwit Shores

Sometimes Peace

Telling It Slant

First Light

When I Was Lost

Four Rooms

Soft Bombs

Litany: An Elegy

Bluewren Cantos

A Gathered Distance

Time Passages

My poem, “Time Passages,” named in part for a pop song I used to love, responds to a commission from my friend the composer Alan Holley to write a poem from which he might spawn a choral work; it is what came to mind in five-beat lines this last hot summer in answer to theme the Australian Chamber Choir wanted him to work with in this new work he’s made for them. I came to think of that theme, the beaching of time on eternity’s shore as an ecotone where two orders of existence, two aspects of every life— “one like an ocean; the other, a shore”—crash and coalesce but never cohere. That littoral zone is what “Time Passages” is; what it tries to sing is what eternity will not stop saying to time.

Specifically, the poem considers the moment when time arrived in the pockets and on the brows of Cook and Banks and their men. It mourns the doom time brought; it gives thanks, too, for all that the Dreaming has taught time (and all of us caught in it).

But that cataclysmic and regenerative moment is all our lives: Two lives run in all of us, rarely quite in step: the dreaming that never wasn’t and the years that will not stop passing. Though we age, “time does not pass in the country of the mind; the heart is not a race time runs.”

To choreograph this contradiction, to say this asynchrony—the eternity we carry in our ageing frames—“Time Passages” keeps a steady (loosely iambic) beat, and it holds a steady recursive (three-line) form, in the manner of the tides and the migratory birds; but there are cross-winds and unconformities; there are warps in time’s weft; there is foundered love and there are new-found-lands; there are petrels and trade winds that fly the way Cook came (this was Alan and Annie’s idea) and shorebirds and eels that travel the way time came; there are philosophic riffs and geophanic rants; there are roughbarked apples; there is the Silk Road.

Moments last, but years do not. This is one thing poetry and the dreaming and song understand and want us to know—before time runs out.