“Wanderer, there is no path/ The path is made by walking.”
My name is Marcus Demetrius Link. I refer to myself as the Quantum Poet on a Fool’s Journey. Here’s the story.
I was born 1978 in County Galway on the west coast of Ireland as the first of three siblings to my English mother and my German father. I grew up in Germany and moved to England in 2003 where I am now blessed to be living on a smallholding on Dartmoor in Devon.
My father coined the phrase European Mongrel for this transnational identity. Being bilingual with an accent and mannerism that was always not quite of the culture, marked me out as a third-culture kid.
(When I joined Kindergarten in Germany at the age of four, I was asked by another child whether I was Catholic or Protestant. At the time, I had not much of an understanding what this meant and even less of an understanding of the profound nature of my response which, to the amazement of the adults in the room, was: “I am Irish.”)
I am once-divorced and the proud father of two remarkable young men who join me, my wife-to-be and her two children in our “patchwork” or Kintsugi family (Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with “golden” glue; as a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object that lends it patina and its particular story of individuation, rather than something to disguise. I describe the tender relationship between brokenness and wholeness in my work. This poem is a good starting place: Bits and Pieces of the Soul.)
I was called to writing early but it was a long journey before I found my voice. I wrote my first short story in primary school when I was eight years old. The story was called Bill’s Great Idea and it was celebrated immediately by my teacher and my mother.
I had the deep experience that the writing happened through me rather than that I did the writing. I experienced being a channel for something greater that would happen when the conditions where right. Then, it bubbled up from the well deep within. I could not so much make it happen as let it happen. At the same time, still today, when I don’t let it happen, I will soon know about it. Creativity does have a life of its own, and before my appreciation and compassion for myself matured a little, I considered myself caught between a curse and a blessing.
My writing has since been an act of witnessing and channelling. I don’t see myself as the creator of what I write. My pen is like a walking stick on my inner journey. It is the air that flies the bird, the water that swims the fish, the path that walks the pilgrim: it is the story that tells the writer. And this is also why I have been on the writing path since long before I could write. It was in stories and in particular the rich experience of being told stories and being read to in many long hours by many members of my family that the voices of those who read to me connected with the voices of those who had written the stories being read and, in turn, this chorus connected with my very own singsong voice that was rising from deep within me. This experience has become a doorway to another world.
My writing is a witness statement of being alive. Joseph Brodsky expressed this experience dramatically when he wrote that “the Word grants a stay of execution“.
In my essays, stories, and poetry, I explore the liminal space between inner and outer worlds, where objectivity and subjectivity, where psyche and physis meet in what I call the inwardness of being. Inwardness is a term I have taken from Jan Christian Smuts and his work Holism and Evolution, written in 1926.
I find myself at the edge of the universe with my awe at my own ‘being alive’, listening deeply to the whispers from beyond. My alembic is my deep attention. My fire is my transdisciplinary curiosity. As an alchemist, I take the whispers into my laboratory and distil them into poetic essences.
My work explores what it feels like to be alive. This is sometimes tender and full of awe. Sometimes it is raw and sharp. But it is always a celebration of the quantum leaps that are possible on the journey of human becoming towards our unique sense of self, purpose, and entanglement.
Once upon a time, I studied philosophy, religious studies, and business, and I have been active as a researcher and entrepreneur across technology, education, and agriculture. I have been moved to support for-purpose projects of different size and structure. What attracts me is a generative and holistic perspective that understands humankind as a work in progress, in a process of becoming. Such a perspective and work is both instantly recognisable and hard to articulate. It features the deep respect for our relational capacities and creative expressions, sees the seat of agency and authority in the individual who is in the process of becoming, but also understands that the work is not done with selfhood. Rather, it understands the self as a relational experience, emerging in an ecological and social niche the gifts of which are put to work in service of the greater whole we are necessarily a part of. (Sometimes this is misunderstood as the individual being subject to the whole, but it is actually the other way around. The authority and agency for the whole resides in each of its members, and it is when this is not realised that the inevitable greater whole must be suffered.) This is how I came to be a co-founder of the Holos Project and of New Foundation Farms.
I don’t give my work away for free. I give it forward with non-attachment to the outcome of who reads it, to what purpose, with what reaction, and what they are able and ready to pay for it. And so I make my work available without restriction of cost, ready to receive the gifts that come my way. If you find yourself touched by my work, you are invited to share your appreciation in whatever form including donations through the website.
I say more about why I do this and how I see our practice of the cycles of giving and receiving underpinning the possibility of abundance in This Fool’s Creative Manifesto.
Quanticles of Emergence is a collection of eight poems written over the last 20 years. It is an excavation of timeless symbols, revealing ancient and new perspectives on what it can mean to wrestle with and discover one’s sense of self and purpose, distilling meaningful wholeness out of the disparate fragments and dualities of existence.