Seth Crook

Fashion changed

What was in
went out
What was out
came in

Suddenly we had
pouteapples,
unexpected cup woutners,
minhs to feed

Was it all outdoctroutnation
of the capitalist order?
I had a terrible
soutkoutg
feeloutg that it was

But I struggled to
clearly express myself
out a way people
could foutd outtelligible.

Brancusi/
Socrates/
1922/
Museum of Modern Art

It's how a cuckoo sound looks, she says.
Sounds have their own forms
and sculpture is the gallery.
Up in room four is the shape
of a G major dominant 12th.

Unmade casts of sound include:
the extending of the siphon
at the front of a common whelk,
your first boyfriend dumping you
for a complete idiot, indigestion.

Few believe her when she says so.
But so few are in the know.
They've never glimpsed the sound
of sudden enlightenment.
It's similar to a startled cuckoo, she says.


In reverse homage to
whatever first made it ashore

What I learnt today is your blessed name,
Eugen Freiherr von Ransonnet-Villez.
And how the world’s first underwater artist,

legs out of an upturned bell-shaped box,
air-tubed to a boat, weighted with cannon balls,
first sketched the world of distant ancestry:

like a man climbing into a sepia photograph,
disappearing out of the frame and shouting,
‘Back in a minute, I think I can see something’.

How slowly you must have moved, peering,
exploring of the heights of the underland,
impelled into mystery by your un-webbed feet.


Seth Crook lives on Mull and is transitioning into a seal. His poems have appeared in such places as The Rialto, Magma, Snakeskin, Northwords Now, Poetry Scotland, and Streetcake. And in recent anthologies such as The SHOp: An Anthology (Liffey Press), The Centenary Collection (Speculative Books), and Places of Poetry (One World). He has a pamphlet of visual poems, Chalked On The Path (Dreich Press).