Marden J. Clark
MARDEN ]. CLARK, who taught English at Brigham Young University until his retirement (1981), worked into this poem a story he heard in a Sunday School lesson while traveling in southern Utah. The teacher, from Hawaii, told how people would risk their lives running far down the beach for baubles as the tide was coming back in. Among his publications are Modern and Classic: The Wooing Both Ways (Merrill Monograph Series, BYU, May 1972), About Language: Contexts for College Composition, with Soren Cox and Marshall Craig (New York: Scribners, 1970), Morgan Triumphs (novel) (Salt Lake City: Orion Books, 1984), two collections of poems-Moods: Of Late (Provo, Utah: BYU Press, 1979) and Christmas Voices (Orem, United Order Books, 1988)-and Liberating Form: Mormon Essays on Religion and Literature (Salt Lake City, Aspen Books, 1992). He and his wife, Bessie Soderborg Clark, taught at the University of Qing Dao, China (1989-90), and traveled to every continent. He also wrote a column, "Matter Unorganized" for the Provo Daily Herald (1994-2002). He died May 15, 2003.
Life to the Spirit: A Rejoinder
Articles/Essays – Volume 01, No. 4
My first reaction to Mr. Christmas and Mr. Driggs was to hurry back to my essay to see if I had really said those things. I seemed to be hearing myself through a kind of…
Read moreArt, Religion and the Market Place
Articles/Essays – Volume 01, No. 4
Art and religion share a common end and a common enemy. The common end is the enrichment of the life of the spirit; the common enemy is the market place. That the end, or at…
Read moreSome Implications of Human Freedom
Articles/Essays – Volume 05, No. 2
Let me begin by admitting that my title, and perhaps my entire paper, begs a major philosophical question. I am well aware of the age-old debate over the reality of free will. I am aware of…
Read moreOn the Mormon Commitment to Education
Articles/Essays – Volume 07, No. 4
In one of the more imaginative chapters of that remarkably imaginative trilogy Lord of the Rings, J. R. R. Tolkien describes an Entmoot, a conference of giant tree-like creatures called Ents. Sam and Merry, two…
Read moreGod’s Plenty
Articles/Essays – Volume 11, No. 1
The harvest poured til you could bear
No more, till you
Could neither know nor care.
Toward a More Perfect Order Within: Being the Confessions of an Unregenerate But Not Unrepentant Mistruster of Mormon Literature
Articles/Essays – Volume 16, No. 4
A title like that might indicate that I’m already half through. But it needed to be long to convey something of a lurid past that calls for “confessions.” “More perfect order within” suggests both the…
Read moreMuch of a River
Articles/Essays – Volume 17, No. 3
I guess it wasn’t really much of a river, only thirty feet wide or so where it had enough fall to ripple over the rocks. Except during the spring runoff. Then it filled and sometimes…
Read moreLightning Barbs
Articles/Essays – Volume 18, No. 3
I’d ridden this way a hundred times,
Up Monday Town along the fence
Dividing wheat from perennial sage
Herding cattle to summer grazing
This Is My Body
Articles/Essays – Volume 18, No. 4
A deacon offers the broken bread.
Aware of awkward wait as bishop
Receives the bread of ritual first,
I take it up, thoughtless of blessing,
“I’d Rather Be…”
Articles/Essays – Volume 20, No. 3
One of the popular bumper stickers of the fifties and sixties told us, “I’d rather be dead than red.” An even more succinct version declared, “Better dead than red.” I remember these slogans because they…
Read moreAugust 6
Articles/Essays – Volume 21, No. 2
“Go get dressed. You’re no man for this army!”
I went, thanking for the first time the crook
In my spine that stopped me buck naked
From buck privacy, and took me back to you