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Here is the inventory of stone I could not bring myself to make and instead I have simply photographed where stones have been left on turned ground where stones are gathered and piled and where stones define borders where stones are used as garden features used to stem erosion of the stream’s bank used to alter the flow of water used for their first purpose in walls and in buildings and now increasingly as metaphors for the day’s weight the year’s weight the weight of loss the weight of unforgiveness the weight of load bearing the weight of breathing of every breath of every covering for every touch of anything for every single contact for every presence of a body within the garden for every trespass and how will I now employ stone with this added weight with this photographic proof upon proof of stone uncountable and everywhere and for always now there are the stones here and here and here and here here here here here
Paul Maddern
Maddern's way has beautiful smooth surfaces beneath which, occasionally, we glimpse stronger disruptive forces. (Justin Quinn)
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sophisticated, witty, exuberant, confident, edgy (Tara Bergin, on The Tipping Line)
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Paul Maddern has a sense both of the necessary rhythms of a poem – something that looks right to the eye and sounds right on the ear – and also of poetry’s conscience. There is technique here, there is insight, there is passion, knowledge, zeal. Every facet gleams. (Ian Sansom)
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