Baret Magarian
Mix petrol and water, concoct a new cocktail
teach blood and stones to fuse together
you’d better make them tame
you’d better make it work
turn heat to ice, domes to towers
you’d better make it work
because what’s coming will be worse
without rhyme or reason
heart or stealth
just the debris the dregs the cigar butts
made to seem a mosaic of wealth
yet no one can deny that embers are dying or dead, refuse is filth
you better make it work old boy, squadron leader, guitar hero, preacher
you better make a language out of squalor and beauty
greed and sweetness, the infiniteness of things being various
you better forge a new precious metal in the mine of this mess of the world
because what’s coming is worse
and will be framed all around
by the funeral hearse
you’d better make it work
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Baret Magarian began his career as a freelance journalist, writing reviews and features forThe Times, The Guardian, The Independent, The ObserverandThe New Statesman. He has subsequently written articles for World Literature Today, Political CritiqueandThe Florentine. His first novel The Fabrications was hailed as a novel of considerable daring and originality by The Times Literary Supplement, Kirkus Reviews, The Seattle Book Review and others, and his collection of short fiction Melting Point was praised by The Dublin Review of Books for its power and audacity.
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