Lines the Quarry  |  Robin Clarke


Lines the Quarry  |  Robin Clarke

Date: October 2013
ISBN: 978-1-890650-89-6
Pages: 96
Size: 6" x 9"

Price: $17.95


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Selected by Brenda Hillman as the winner of the 2012 1st/2nd Poetry Book Prize




Within a span of 15 days, Massey Energy’s Upper Big Branch coal mine exploded, killing 29 miners, and BP’s Deepwater Horizon exploded, killing 11 workers and leaking over 5 million barrels of oil (and counting). A year and a half later, Occupy occurred. Lines the Quarry writes of and into that ongoing disaster and possibility, interjecting into the commercial language of success the many violations—bodily and otherwise—that define capitalist exploitation. Weaving together autobiography, lies, half-truths, corporate horror stories and labor’s radical past, this book seeks to articulate both our devastation and our possibility in very human terms. In a language familiar yet strange, composed of fragments, multiple speech registers and broken syntactical arrangements, the book examines lives lived through very difficult circumstances and the corporate forces that range upon our earth.

One of Verse's 2013 Recommended Books



One of the most compelling first books I’ve read in years. If there is a literary equivalent to the financial cliff, Robin Clarke’s Lines the Quarry represents the mountain of wreckage at the bottom of the free fall. Workers Comp injury data, fractured syntax, Robocops, and “stories/of girl children young enough to marry their fathers, old/enough to shoulder the pretend” all mash up into a stunning series of poems. This book is where OSHA meets arsenic, and where the courage to take a political position amidst the sampling of texts is the very beginning of “making it new” all over again.

Mark Nowak, author of Shut Up Shut Down



Under the numbers of hours and the numbers of dollars is another, more calculating math: this one of bodies. The collapse in this book is under the weight of false documents. One disaster becomes another, and then another— the disaster of capital, the disaster of families, the disaster of language, the disaster of earth. In a melancholy weaving of a thousand brutal and specific facts, there remains hope for the “still human” – what resistance girls and women, who insist against circumstances, can find in “lighters & wordiness.” Lines the Quarry is a keenly needed reminder of what, in the common disaster, wants to live (“everything”).

Anne Boyer, author of Romance of Happy Workers



Robin Clarke’s poems line the quarry of gouged-out society & ecology with a combative/confessional tenderness for life. Which is to say, her Lines puts the “my” in coal mining, hydrofracking, predatory health care, and for-profit war, to name just a few of the life-destroying regimes of power this book takes up. Lines the Quarry enacts indivisibility while wrassling with pressures to join the marketplace’s chorus. The poetics (the making), the politics (the disobedience), the personhood (the love) collapse together across lines—“Father, daughter, mother, son/what do you see as details/what do you see as derails”—propelling us forward with a hopelessness that cannot wait to see what happens next. Clarke’s body-high sandwich sign thrown onto the gears of the bulldozer reads “This makes you human, this."

Emily Carlson, Sten Carlson, gtrabbit, and R/B Mertz



  • Robin Clarke is a poet, activist and teacher in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where she has lived most of her life. She is a non-tenure-track faculty member at the University of Pittsburgh, a member of the Pittsburgh Industrial Workers of the World, Save Our Community Hospitals, and The Thomas Merton Center, and she is a strong supporter of Single Payer healthcare. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Conduit, Counterpunch, Fence, In Posse Review, A Joint Called Pauline, LABOR, Lafovea, Sentence, Whiskey and Fox, and word for/word. With the poet Sten Carlson, she has co-authored a chapbook entitled Lives of the Czars. She writes that she would be nothing without the exceptional community of writers and friends whose solidarity make this life possible.
  • Through exploring various disasters, Clarke ends up exploring memory—“the worst disaster since the last one”—writing about people lost through the prison system, disasters man-made we don’t wish to think about, and just where the accumulation of disaster upon disaster might end up taking us. “What do you love about this / world? Without what is there nothing // else to say?”

  •       The mine collapsed under the weight of its many
    false documents. Today’s challenges include 362 ghosts
    hefting coal into trucks & trains day & night. We are not
    sorry for the miracle parables. At 10:19 am, yours was the
    most up-to-date model. Don’t think we need to tear the
    system apart. “Great swelling of the Susquehanna” adds
    something feminine. Alter it, sure. That was blatant, that
    was intentional. You could just as easily search the internet
    for smoke & flames pouring from the shaft. Which was
    the worst disaster since the last one. And finally, dear
    families, calling them survivors was our mistake.