Dear Mark

Poetry. Art. "Mark Rothko's paintings have the aura of the sacred, the immanence of a revelation, the promise of a secret that is always just about to be disclosed. Martin Rock responds to Rothko's hushed eloquence with his own quick-hitting intimations of mortality, spiritual poems that deftly enter Rothko's visionary space, his intimate, anguished, violent, and fateful dramas."—Edward Hirsch "DEAR MARK is an unabashed open letter to Rothko's paintings that pushes...
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Poetry. Art. "Mark Rothko's paintings have the aura of the sacred, the immanence of a revelation, the promise of a secret that is always just about to be disclosed. Martin Rock responds to Rothko's hushed eloquence with his own quick-hitting intimations of mortality, spiritual poems that deftly enter Rothko's visionary space, his intimate, anguished, violent, and fateful dramas."—Edward Hirsch

"DEAR MARK is an unabashed open letter to Rothko's paintings that pushes past what the rest of us have thought of them. Martin Rock inhabits these paintings and the imagination in exciting and lyrical poems all springing from color and abstraction but ending in the strange and beautiful. Rock reminds us that art goes both ways, and it takes a talented viewer to see what's there."—Matthew Rohrer

"There's such calm beauty in Martin Rock's poems. The delicate pace allows us to look, listen, be present. But he'll lead you into this blissful state, look you straight in the eyes, and tell you 'The butterfly's body is also a urinal cake / with antennae & legs braided into a rope.' He's a philosopher and soothsayer with a strange sense of humor. 'Life is a kind of rust' in his poems. So he looks to the future life, and the past life. Indeed, the poems here are concerned with life-from the primordial soup, to 'on the body of a spider / death's head.' It's a stunning collection. One I look to for guidance in existence."—Bianca Stone