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About Marcus Ten Low

"One of the first duties of being a human is to fundamentally understand the state of the world we live in, but especially the societal world, and how it affects the ecology. And in order to honor the truth, we must accept if the answer to, "What is happening in the world?" is a negative and bleak one.

 

"Coming to terms with negativity is a terrible, but necessary, part of life as a privileged first-world human, for it allows us title to become something more important, namely a CUSTODIAN of the ecology: the highest role that any person, whether godlike or not, has ever played."

Marcus Ten Low is an ecologist and animal artivist, a failed (but revived) comedian, an aspiring futurist, and the inventor of the dubious concept of livingmodelling. Based in Meanjin, Australia, Marc is also a health and fitness strategist and enthusiast, and resides on the unceded lands of the Turrbal and Jagera peoples.

He was born in Canberra, 1979 and excelled at school throughout his childhood but, upon reaching senior school at Canberra Grammar School, became tormented as a result of unexplained esoteric experiences. Disillusioned with society yet keen to help repair the world’s great problems, he became almost fully vegan from 1996 and in 1998 wrote his poetic masterpiece, 'Inland Surfer'. 

 

In the world of writing, he has been published multiple times in Quadrant, in The Big Issue Australia, and by the Animal Justice Party Qld.


WILDAIR THOUGHTS: GIFTS FOR THE ORACULAR

11 May 2026

Preening myself in this sweetsick lake’s plage,
My majesty of plumage, wet with decoupage,

Stirring the grasses, wind under my wings,
Silent, to hear how your own brilliance sings!

Cold to the moisture, clay to melted earth,
Forming of heart and its bursting-proud berth,

Needling to wicks of fragrance, stark in air,
Whence crawls the creaks of love, once nestled there.

The querulous, the queer now standing here
Smaller than they appear, remember with good cheer

The gifts of heartstrung chattels, whet with hands
To hold me dear, where flung the mountain sands!

Come forward, ye who travelled here alone!
Whence we have strayed, and given, soon be gone!

Whether from ice of throne, or steel icon—
Whence we have strayed, and given, soon be gone!


 

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© Marcus Ten Low, 2026

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