Young Poet of the Year
Finn van Dorsser (Year 11) has been selected among the best young poets in the world, after being included as one of the Top 15 Foyle Young Poets of the Year.
This is an outstanding achievement for Finn, who entered his incredible poem An Orison to the Future Comet in the worldwide competition, which attracted 10,000 entries by over 6,000 poets from 76 countries.
Last year Finn was one of 85 commended poets and he is understandably thrilled to be named in the top 15 winners this year.
His prize is a week's residential writing course at The Hurst Arvon Centre, UK in 2017.
Finn's poem was read out by one of the judges in London, and will be published in a Foyle Young Poets of the Year anthology, which will be printed and also available online. It can also be read at the Foyle 2016 link on the Poetry Society UK website.
'An Orison to a Future Comet'
Finn Scarr de Haas van Dorsser
Cataclysms 92 : 1-37
1 When meteor showers are omens
of omniscience in a world where the legacy of Man
is a calculation beyond the capacity
a tower of transistors can provide,
it is funny that our kind would revert to superstition.
2 Perhaps it is another cyclic mandate of the aether.
3 Formerly, the inherited world –
an abundance of algae, aphids, and chloroplasts –
sat in contented silence, watching
her numberless daughters thrive.
4 But one prodigious egg, a Cain of old, will
rot in the nest. 5 Slow, unto a vine, tendrils of
this terrible, toxicant trailblazer
maraud out across a vista of untainted birthright.
6 A step over our horizon then
equated to just one further deg.
of axial obliquity. 7 Now, a clockwork march against
dawn, winding up to one full revolution. 8 Maternal
vices are patience and that kind
of love which is unwilling to look truth in the eye,
even when the pillow is finally
lowered across her warm face.
9 Be warned that it requires more than the wheel,
a horsepower, or a teranewton metre of torque
to shorten Earth’s nights to a
deliberate blink. 10 So, after looking back through
our full circle, it is in this way
that we mark out our Origin.
11 If you’ve lived long enough to
remember sunlight through trees,
visions begin to appear of whole civilisations borne
upon rafts. 12 Rafts barreling down
a rapid that forks every time a new regret boils up.
13 Perhaps it is all down to that dicey enemy, fate,
after all. 14 But, if ever the anterior
parts of this chronicle are recovered,
don’t be convinced that some despotic divinity
played any part in a planet’s final
foray. 15 Instead, look to the advent of inter-cluster
shuttling or the harnessing of stellar nucleosynthesis.
16 Or simply search amongst stars.
17 Draw intricate blueprints once
more than needed, and listen as their sprawling gear
wheels and ratchets slot straight
into the Milky Way. 18 Watch them sing in accordance
with the harmonic charts. 19 Notice the sky become
plated by an ancient pianola roll
bronzed by the genius of these
machines. 20 We learned each of the score’s contours and
raised sparks by heart as it revolved
sweetly behind smog curtains. 21 Invocation always was
the ultimate of human gifts. 22 So, if it recurs in you, the
species to one day translate this
almanac of sorts, use it instead
to print the cosmos in triumphant metal and tissue.
23 Thus, uphold a foundation of
comfort in the earthliness and motherly affection that
kindled our gift. 24 This is the last fork in the rapid.
25 When a few escape capsules
become embers leaping from the fiery cracks, a
sole prayer will be hastily made.
26 Hope these craft won’t break
formation, instead gather into their own shower,
meteorites to a surrogate mother. 27 We promise
to glance back now and again,
to pull back those curtains and expect the glory
to regrow from a false belief
in the Fountain of Youth. 28 Even in diaspora
there is sweetness on the cusp with Pisces, for our
astronomy is already over-
stepping into astrology. 29 It will regress more.
30 A fortiori, non progredi est regredi.
31 So, the legacy of Man is
an imaginary number after all, a cycle of rebirth.
32 The virgin novelty of each
intoxicating invention invacuates us to the curse
of opportunity cost. 33 Of preservation, know that
immortality is an illusion
built upon that which can
be eviscerated. 34 As the globe has been polished
to a tabula rasa finish, so
too may this tome reach its end. 35 Wisdom now
impregnated, all that is
left now is to pick you out
from amongst the contorted face of our galaxy.
36 And through an old lens,
a pathway to immortality
is marked: An embryonic bomb ticks over, held
in a womb of rock and ice.
37 Awake to sow life again
in the only place that ever was home—
the centre of the universe.