Quark
I first saw this poem on a poster as part of the Poems on the Underground project run by London Underground. I only saw it once, and could only remember a couple of lines - making it hard to search for.
This morning I suddenly remembered much more of the poem and so was able to find it online. Yay!
Quark by Jo Shapcott
‘Trancendental,’ said the technician, ‘to stumble on a quark that talks back. I will become a mystagogue, initiate punters into the wonders of it for cash.’
‘Bollocks’, said the Quark, from its aluminium nacelle. ‘I don’t need no dodgy crypto-human strategising my future. Gonna downsize under the cocoplum or champak, drink blue marimbas into the sunset, and play with speaking quarklike while I beflower the passing gravitons.’
February 3rd, 2007 at 1:28 pm
Hello - I have been searching for this poem for weeks! Can you tell me which anthology it is published in? Thanks so much Sue
February 3rd, 2007 at 1:44 pm
Hello Sue, I’ve not seen this poem published anywhere aside from the poster. If you do find out, please let me know.
–David