Quartet for the End of Time: Mark Wilson sings his paint in verse.

”Good writers are those who keep the language efficient. That is to say, keep it accurate, keep it clear.” Ezra Pound

The poet bruises so easily

for he knows the secrets

of Deconstruction

Whilst erecting linguistic basilicas

he simultaneously deregulates his muse

with a bottle of shiraz or whiskey

He envisions the body’s

true incorruptibility

whilst his flesh feels nothing but

genuine corruption

(from The Poets Body – Quartet for the End of Time)

And thus spake Mark Wilson, poet after the blood thrust and heart of Ezra Pound: blunt, clear and erotically uncompromising. In an ocean of words polluted with the endless description of giraffes and the smallest moments in life of which we are not made, Mark Wilson stands firm in his passion for music, paint and the blessed word. Here is a man for whom the pump and pour of life’s energy transmuted into art, matters. Art is its own reward in this poets world. Each of the sublime poems that make up Quartet for the End of Time are taken from paint, music, words that have gone before him or the very breath of god. Here is an artist willing to stand for the important, question our thinking and deliver beauty in the face of all our inner ugliness.

Quartet for the End of Time starts with a precise acknowledgement of the work of Avo Part – particularly the Tabula Rasa highlighting first Ludus and then Silentium. In the notes Wilson informs us of the development of the unique ‘tintinnabuli’ style in contemporary classical music Avo Part pioneered this with the piece above. Wilson takes us into the heart of our experience of the music with his accompanying poetry:

Those squares zigzag with a

kind of vorticist energy. Splendid

Architectural vistas opening up before

you. From your first, tentative

words like the initial movement

of pawns. Two cubist violins in counter-

point. This game possesses many

levels, is many-dimensioned.

(From Tabula Rasa after Avo Part – Qartet for the End of Time)

I was lured by the power of the words to bring the music to it. The call is to a deeper part of me, an invitation to the alternative. Mark Wilson asks me to feel:  Can you feel it?  can you feel the music as you open up to it? I’m taken out of my mind by the music and into the poem when I give my pathetic permission for the two to dance with my psyche.

Yours, then, must be a strategist’s mind-

scape, constantly re-fuelling your movements.

Your indefatigable personae always

five or seven moves ahead of

yourself, your invisible


Christ's Triumphal Entry into Brussels. James Ensor

Christ’s Triumphal Entry into London is the tribute poem to the great artist James Ensor. Here mark Wilson has humanity swarm; meddling foolishness of pomp and ceremony in absence of knowing what to do with the power of  a moment. The words sound like the look of the art – in Wilson’s gifted hand you can read color. He holds his pen as Ensor holds his brush, sending his psyche to meld with the artists internal machinations. I loved this poem, when I read it in the shadow of this great painting.

Pyrotechnics of stupendous bunting,

superb comet-like streamers. Those

carnivalesque characters striding,


towards the heavy, opening gates.

and then

Fauvist-expressionist this garish-gregarious

crowd, as it ripples rhythmically in mutual

jubilation.  Soul-appreciative in this brilliant

one-off, set-piece scenario; cinematically

captured in kaleidoscope diorama:



Engravced Passions - Albrecht Durer

Many of the poems in Quartet for the end of Time examine the role religion may or may not play in our lives still. Religion for Mark Wilson is a blood/gut response that occurs in the holy church of the body and mind in unison. He questions the role of theology with its ‘Hubble Telescope reliable’ interpretations and calculations. All this, he says, for the odd spectacle of one obscure infant/ mewling in the filthy rags / of a borrowed / humanity/

All of this includes a kind of lament for, not what has been but for what might have been in And the Word Fell.

It Fell justifying its own

                                         innate inerrancy

We are left asking ourselves how we get to a christ?  Can we get to a christ?  Did we ever have a christ? For this poet the connection between today’s religious iconography and the sweat on the palms of our own reach is all too distant. Wilson tells us it starts with / some crazed dictator / Herod Hitler Pol Pot whoever / working the damned crowd /

There is a link for Wilson between where we are and where we have been warned against being. It is in the emergence after the pain of the every day experience of living – as if from a concentration camp of the soul, that we will come face to face with what we seek. Death of all things beautiful lies in piety and our connection with the spiritual is an elusive thing that will not even answer to our own desire, our splintered agony. History and the church conspire to remove this christ-creature from our grasp. A rich poem – The Circumcision – tells of a madness where ritual and the dividing of the ‘black sheep from the white’ results in a ‘judgement-day scab’ on those who seek a deeper way.

Scenes from the Life of Moses - Sandro Botticelli

In a departure from the christ question, Mark Wilson takes us into his own vulnerability in The garden (A Fantasia in Four Movements) describing the bliss, pleasures and ultimate acceptance of a short-term love affair.

So I must accept your

promulgation of refusal as if

it were a gold-sealed papal-bull

issued to some maligned free-

thinker in a more-or-less


                                        soulless age.

(from The Garden – Quartet for the End of Time)

Ezra Weston Loomis Pound was an American expatriate poet and critic and a major figure in the early modernist movement in poetry. He became known for his role in developing Imagism, which, in reaction to the Victorian and Georgian poets, favored tight language, unadorned imagery, and a strong correspondence between the verbal and musical qualities of the verse and the mood it expressed. His best-known works include Ripostes (1912), Hugh Selwyn Mauberley (1920), and his unfinished 120-section epic, The Cantos, which consumed his middle and late career, and was published between 1917 and 1969. Mark Wilson’s passion for Pound is evident in every tight word of every poem in this volume. For me the best works are those related to the art. As a fellow ‘passion-ignited-by-art’ soul I understand the rhythms and the hearts pulse that swell underneath each of these poems. As Wilson himself states:

and I swear he comes from

straight out of Chagall painting

for I feel like singing

along with him

as the fierce dogs already surround us

as we enter yet another enervated year

as my winter’s journey runs aground

(As it always must)

for I shuttle back and forth here

like a sad Rook defending an

obsolete kingdom in my



This is where Mark Wilson grabs me, calls to the spirit of the breath under my wings and puffs me Icharus-like toward the sun.

Poetry is always a dangerous business.

When its this good, you have to accept your place as reader in a timeless moment. Throw caution to the wind, and let the spirit of what drives fear dissolve under the skill of the poet-prophet.

Mark Wilson’s Quartet for the End of Time can be purchased here.