Mark Clark

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Mark Clark is an Aussie songwriter, scriptwriter, voice over, author and drama coach. He was Pip in the ABC's version of Ethel Turner's Seven Little Australians.


Seekers of symphony

Lovers of light

Answer this question for me:

If I think of the past

Was I in some sense present

When the past was the present to me?

If I dream back to Manly in bitumened spring

When the rain held my lady and me

If I sniff in the fresh road

And see us together

Was my thought there as well?

Or could it be

That the past comes to present,

The present to future,

But only one way does it flow?

And that what is behind us

Does not contain us

In any sense as we are now?


What exactly is now?

And what is a minute?

And what is all manner of time?

But a record of passing

By all those who pass

Which can later be graphed on a line?

So here is the timeline

And here is what happened,

It was fate and it all had to be.

Tell me how can you argue?

For the timeline that stares at you

Tells you that it had to be.

It had to be simply because it all was

And is, as the timeline makes clear.

So the past makes the present,

So the present the future

And the future?

Well, that makes us here.


So we prod at the timeline

Which ends prematurely

At this day (whatever that be)

All the past is spread out like a tramline behind

But the future is not ours to see.

For is it not so that time's uniform flow

Is the same everywhere

As for you and for me?


What rubbish I say

That's the white western way

That's the view of a rat in a cage

That's the idiot truth

Of the analyst's goose

As he lays out his eggs day by day.

For surely, in some sense,

It all happens now

For 'now's' only the egotist mind

As it carves up and plans

From where it now stands

Relatively it rules and defines.


So fate is a matter

Of judgement from future;

And random chance

Judgement from now

And if what will happen

Has already happened

Then what has once happened

Contains, in some sense,



Date written: September 1985