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Martin Rock
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Poet | Editor | Translator | Designer | Collaborator

Author RESIDUUM (CSU Poetry Center) & DEAR MARK (Brooklyn Arts Press). Co-Editor OTHER LEGACIES (Wesleyan).

Co-Director unsungmasters.org

Lecturer climate justice UC San Diego. martinrock.us
A poem for our times; a spell to trap and temper the Chaos Cheeto.

From The Making of a Sonnet, edited by Edward Hirsch and Eavan Boland
October 7, 2025 at 4:35 PM
Green and Brown on Blue, 2025
June 23, 2025 at 8:57 PM
Russel Edson, “Under Great White Flooded Clouds”

From The Tormented Mirror, 2001
January 30, 2025 at 5:14 PM
No cheating. Your last saved celebrity pic is your therapist.
January 30, 2025 at 2:59 AM
“If we approach the drinking of water that comes from the tap from a global perspective we would have to talk about it differently.”

bell hooks, Teaching to Transgress, 1994. p.50.
January 28, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Trenton Doyle Hancock, A Sweet Hell, 2010

Surrealism: Then and Now at the Bechtler in Charlotte, NC
January 27, 2025 at 9:04 PM
Thomas Lerooy. Eye of the Storm, 2023.

Surrealism: Then and Now at the Bechtler in Charlotte, NC.
January 27, 2025 at 6:01 PM
“Dissonance” by Amy Lowell from Modernist Women Poets: an Anthology.
January 23, 2025 at 5:13 PM
“reading” by Quan Barry, from Asylum, 2000
January 21, 2025 at 6:16 PM
January 10, 2025 at 4:30 PM
This wizard Maeve drew
December 23, 2024 at 10:06 PM
“Love always uses us as if we were infinite, it seems,/ although it must know, by now, that we’re not.”

— GC Waldron, from THE OPENING RITUAL, 2024
December 13, 2024 at 4:54 PM
“Then we were”/ “truly quiet” “& being that,” “were nothing”

— Alice Notley, The Descent of Alette, 1996
December 9, 2024 at 4:38 PM
Caught these jokers conspiring this morning after Saturday morning LEGO time with the kids.

Everyone’s all worried about the dangers of AI sentience and the robot apocalypse but the LEGOs have had a lot more time to plan.

For the record, I welcome our LEGO overlords when the reckoning arrives.
December 7, 2024 at 6:35 PM
No idea what you’re talking about — this all feels like grounded journalism and not techno-optimist bullshit designed to help us sink deeper into our armchairs and have another sportsball beer.
December 6, 2024 at 8:34 PM
It's this obviously. Red and white stripes hide the paint stains and mask his struggle to represent the world as it truly is.
December 6, 2024 at 8:17 PM
“Then, again, you may find yourself/ giving a speech that enthralls/ your audience but, because you have/ no idea what the subject is, keeps you/ clinging to the incomprehensible/ like a fly to glass”

Paul Violi, from The Curious Builder, 1993
December 6, 2024 at 8:04 PM
Oh look I found $15.4 billion to start with the government spending budget cuts.
December 6, 2024 at 3:23 AM
Fuuuuuuuuuuck the cyberyuck.
December 4, 2024 at 10:57 PM
Look here they are now!
December 4, 2024 at 5:36 AM
"A ridge hangs on the thighs of a flock of birds."

-- "Sweep Up a Flock," Kim Kyung-Ju, translated by Jake Levine. First published in Granta, 2017

granta.com/three-poems-...
December 3, 2024 at 8:09 PM
“A pot is a beginning of a rare bit of trees.”

“Susie Asado,” Gertrude Stein, 1926
December 3, 2024 at 7:14 PM
“Rousseau knew that death is not the simple outside of life. Death by writing also inaugurates life. ‘I can certainly say that I never began to live, until I looked upon myself as a dead man.’”

—Jacques Derrida, Of Grammatology, translated by Gayatri Charavorty Spivak, 1974 (p.143)
December 3, 2024 at 5:01 PM
“Some candle clear burns somewhere I come by.”

The Candle Indoors, Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1918
December 2, 2024 at 1:11 AM
25 miles in, a break before the hill.
December 1, 2024 at 5:31 AM