THE MODERN MINT BLOG
We have shared before a poem by Shane Koyczan, Canadian poet (and all round good egg…)
He is currently touring the UK, so check out his website and see if he will be performing near you.
This is his latest work, which we share on Modern Mint for a few reasons – the first is that we like it. That is important. The second is that we need to hear many different voices in life, to help us make sense of it.
We can’t just focus on the garden, because what are we making the garden for?
Thirdly, we get these unasked for (spam!) emails from marketing companies who list all the ways we are ‘doing it wrong at Modern Mint….’
They are probably right, but then again we are not here just to SELL MORE STUFF.
We also help people make their gardens better, hence the projects and blog posts to:
Plant Early Flowering Shrubs For The Bees
One email we received from a marketing company last week told us…
“Some of your articles and social media is just plain weird.”
Thank goodness for that! We wouldn’t want to be dull!
So here you go, in our quest to be interesting, to share with you all sorts of ‘cultural vitamins’, to help you relate to a life that is about more than just gardening… another poem by the wonderful, currently on tour in the UK, poet Shane Koyczan….
Graffiti
There are stars
now long gone
who threw their last spears of light
across an unending darkness
but to us
they will ever only be
the stars we see our entire lives
they will never extinguish
if you ever need a reminder of the definition of I don’t know
consider that some of the light we see
comes from sources that vanished eons ago
which means maybe everything
is still exploding
I don’t know
our questions are tough pills to swallow
not exactly chew able vitamins
and yet the confidence in our uncertainty
somehow gives us permission
to hold one another’s sins
to each other’s noses
like a puppy held to their own shit
like a child’s arm to a cigarette
we turn regret into a hobby
doubt into a pastime
all of this while the winds of change dodge each chime
and the awful sameness of our pain rings out
like a sound we cannot stop hearing
fearing the worst
has become a career option for the brave
our leaders save themselves the trouble of having to care
until the graves dug by mental illness
make mercy a platform worth standing on
put the heart that goes out to us
back in your chest and start breathing
you have work to do
thoughts and prayers are not enough
not when there are razor blades so clever
that they bluff their way past the security guards of our compassion
and cross some wrists like the finish line for a marathon
we are too tired to keep running
not when there are nooses so cunning
that they tangle themselves away from usefulness
and refuse to become the rope needed
to pull us out of this nosedive
we are rehearsing for
I want to believe
that the sleeping pills scattered on your floor
are just dreams you dropped by accident
or the nightmares you tried to flush
but I know what they’re for
they’re for when the insistence of love sounds like a noise
you cannot bring yourself to listen to any longer
they’re for when you want to unplug the speakers
from the stereo
to go as silent as 3:42 am
when the only things still staring back at you
are the stars that might not even be there anymore
some of us run full force toward a closed door
that we come up against like a wall
but others bust through and fall into a room padded with oblivion
that time then seals shut forever
we cannot hit rewind on this track
your song plays only so long as you keep singing it
without you
we will not know the lyrics
I know you are tired of singing
I know your throat is sore
and your voice raw from overuse
I know that tomorrow can feel like an abuse
you are about to suffer
I know how tempting it can be
to want to put a period on the end of this incomplete sentence
because is anybody even reading this?
I don’t know
but maybe there is a paintbrush
that can carve it out better than a blade
because the things I’ve seen made from pain
are works of art
that hang in a gallery
displaying sculptures of relief
maybe when autumn turns a green leaf yellow
its stem becomes a string tightened to a cello
playing the song you never knew you loved most
maybe somewhere there is a ghost
wearing silk sheets
hoping to haunt the living a little more softly
maybe some ghost stories are true
maybe somewhere there is someone
who will love you better
I don’t know
I’m not certain of any of this
but at times I take comfort in leaning on the shoulder of I don’t know
to rest against the splendour it provides
it promises what could be
never what will be
I don’t know if love
is a talented enough hound
to track down any of us
but it could be
I don’t know
our lives are labrynths
and I’m lost too
I dance through its dungeons
I stumble through it’s halls
I vanish while I cry the invisible ink
I use to write my mind upon its walls.
Shane.L.Koyczan
10 Years Of Modern Mint
On Valentine’s day this year (2024) Modern Mint, the company I started when I moved to Essex to explore a fresh, contemporary approach to gardening, will be 10 years old. The cliche is time flies… but it does! So much has happened in a decade, from studying topiary with Charlotte Molesworth, to clipping all over the UK (and eventually in the USA and Sweden) to selling shears and secateurs at garden shows and hiding away my reticence to give talks about gardening and topiary to Horticultural Societies across the UK. Ten years feels a good time to mark a new …
Garden Masterclass Trailer – The Modern Topiarist
In 2022 I did a free video for Garden Masterclass, the Annie Guilfoyle and Noel Kingsley run website that is a treasure trove of the great and good of the horticultural world – well worth looking through all the wonderful talks they have available, like meadow-maker James Hitchmough or nurserywoman Rosy Hardy. They are certainly inspirational! Perfect for watching and dreaming up new ideas during the winter months… As a follow-up to my Topiary Provocations video (which you can see on Youtube for free) I was asked to do a video for their Masterclass series on how to make topiary. …
Charlotte Molesworth’s Garden In The FT
The lovely garden of my mentor Charlotte Molesworth is featured here in the Financial Times in the last week or so… She has been interviewed lots of times but I thought this was a particularly great piece, with some photos done at unusual angles and different parts… so well worth a read. For more on topiary by Charlotte Molesworth…