mlewisredford

calculated perpetual and relentless naïveté …

Tag: breathing

the / pyrrhic / play

 

 

 

                      the
                      pyrrhic
                      play

            to be a Big Player is to play
                      a very complicated game
                                selflessly-
                                selfishly
            to know how the game works
                      know when to relinquish my view
                                to obtain the compromise
            to get what I want (as
                      pursuit of the Greater Good)        the Ends

                                                      … chorus?

                      however

            I want to pursue my own self-
                      lessness I want to sit and gain
                                nothing
            but then I become fatally exposed
                      when I try to put some relief
                                found inside myself
                                ‘out there’ persuasive in the world
            and then it becomes part of the Game
                      which I- do-not-want-to-but-have-obliged-myself
                                to Play

                                … chorus?

            my activity should come out of clear naïve response –
                      a totally un-beguiled emptiness –
                                not my success of finding the point
            not my vindication not my self
                      (because then when I am necessarily ignored
                                I become a living death)

            … chorus: don’t
                      don’t ever Play the Game just breathe
            breathe and step
                      one square at a time
                                while the rest of the Game
                                          plays itself

 

 

 

breathing wormhole: wriving
compromise wormhole: the path / no echo
game wormhole: we play a game
naïveté wormhole: inexorable       naïveté
obligation wormhole: p                        o                   i                             n                                                   t                            l                          e                                 s   s                                          n                                                         e                   s                                                                                                  s               all around
pointlessness wormhole: anxiety
society wormhole: holiday
thinking wormhole: anatta
vindication wormhole: poessay V: // writing / as practice while / writing

 

wriving

 

 

 

                                                              wriving

                           when I try too hard people just get annoyed
                                I only got average grades at school

                           my writing is not to prove me to the world
                                not to be sent through boarding school

                           not in writing not in teaching not in my career
                                that touch the lives of people

                           I do not have to raise a flag in the world to be
                                I create privately sufficient unto themselves

                           sufficient for to see, sufficient for to breathe …

                                          write
                                     write a huge book of poems
                                          unorganised and all over the place
                                                   sufficient just to be

 

 

 

part of >>> writing and being
breathing wormhole: LET’S GO!
career wormhole: returning home
creation wormhole: “crop / rotation”
others wormhole: preee- / senting // en- / senting

 

LET’S GO!

 

 

 

                                                                      LET’S GO!

                                   shouted Robin with
                      a little too much enthusiasm

                                   but the Batman said nothing
                      and waited just two seconds then

                                   deep breath

 

 

 

part of >>> Batman
black bat wormhole: umbrella duel
breathing wormhole: morning / cloud pass

 

morning / cloud pass

 

 

 

                                                      morning
                                                      cloud pass

                                   how beautiful: sun
                      full through the window as I sit
                      tinting the white radiator blue I suppose
                      from the blanket around my shoulders
                      and there, to the right, a trinket of light
                      reflected from the spangles in the material
                      around the base of the shrine by my knee I suppose
                      jumping with each slow beat of my heart …

                                                      … back to
                                                      the breath

 

 

 

awareness wormhole: the pocket
breathing wormhole: but there …
reflection wormhole: ‘the Buddha statues …’

 

but there …

 

 

 

                                stuck in Sunday
                     build-up of olive-green and damson anxiety

                     lost the freshness of my next breath
                                stuck in a lifetime

                                of Sundays
                     lost the freshness of my own birth

                     but I have glimpsed
                                it isn’t like this

                                my whole life
                                              isn’t like this

                     but my whole life
                                is all I have

                                how can I let it
                                              all go

                                                              but there …
                                … I missed

                                my own birth
                                              again

 

 

 

anxiety wormhole: sit stay heal
breathing wormhole: settling
olive wormhole: Birmingham / 030413
Sunday wormhole: the spectre

 

settling

 

 

 

            settling

                        slowly learning
            like a dolt with too much muscle
                        that the practice of
                                    sitting
                                       d
                                       o
                                       w
                                       n
                                  is done so g e n t l y
                      like the wriggling that goes on when
                                  sitting on the cushion
                                              to find the
                                                     st
                                                     il
                                                     lp
                                                     oi
                                                     nt
                                                  within
                                    left right forward back spin sleep breath watcher
                                                                         an
                                                                          i
                                                                          n
                                                                          f
                                                                          i
                                                                          n
                                                                          i
                                                                          t
                                                                          y
                                                            of detachment that
                                                becomes so close to everything it is
                                                                        almost nuclear

 

 

 

breathing wormhole: nightmare
stillness wormhole: the bench / on the fourth sister from / Birling Gap before the / wind-brushed scrub and gorse / and the grey-blue sky / smoothed through the / fishtank-blue horizon to / grey-green sea

 

nightmare

 

 

 

                                anxious about returning
                                to air that I cannot inhale

                                nervous about exhaling any
                                more where it is still fetid

                                fearful that I’ll be rendered
                                a ghost again a nightmare

                                in which I won’t be able to
                                remember my own breath

 

 

 

… some of you may be aware that I have been off work for the past four months, working my way defeated and flick-eyed through what is turning out to be my fourth breakdown from the school I work in; through all sorts of pulling myself up by my own collars and all sorts of looking deep into my own stare in the mirror, I am moving towards returning, still empty of confidence but with a much deeper understanding of what I am not; let’s see if the leviathan has changed or moved, shall we …?

breakdown wormhole: dream 100213
breathing wormhole: how ironic
school wormhole: ‘stomping home from school …’

 

how ironic

 

 

 

                                                   how ironic

                                   I was sitting thinking
                      about the early Buddhist Councils
          collecting all the words that the Buddha had said
                                                   and codifying them institutional
                                   sufficient to hold
                                                   whole nations

                                                   what was gained?
                      what was lost …?

                                   return to the

 

                                   breath

 

 

 

breathing wormhole: preoccupied
Buddha wormhole: ‘the Buddha statues …’
thinking wormhole: a few reflections on / keeping your cow / in a large meadow / while walking round / the streets of Horsham

 

preoccupied

 

 

 

                                          preoccupied

                                                      can’t write
                                          not flowing
                           wondering what line to
                           follow as rejoinder staring
                           off trying to be insightful losing
                           the thread fearful that
                           there never was a thread other
                           than the next conjunction …

                           … because I am not where I am
                           I am not in the ground I find myself in
                           smelling the air of the earth moving
                           through the fibre and round the flint
                           feeling my way through probe and take
                           as I rise to the surface to take the first breath

                           to breathe … there
                           a finished piece

 

 

 

part of >>> writing and being
awareness wormhole: Birmingham / 030413
breathing wormhole: a few reflections on / keeping your cow / in a large meadow / while walking round / the streets of Horsham
Horsham wormhole: dropped ’till you’ve shopped
Sylvia Plath wormhole: poets do neither report nor / walk around enrapt in transport but / ’tis when in writing their worlds are wrought

 

a few reflections on / keeping your cow / in a large meadow / while walking round / the streets of Horsham

 

 

 

                                                   a few reflections on
                                                   keeping your cow
                                                   in a large meadow
                                                   while walking round
                                                   the streets of Horsham

                           don’t stare off to think
                           like Plato in a wonder
                           stare at the things about you
                           sufficient through which to see

                           don’t look through my (varifocal) glasses
                           for the finest point (which everyone else missed)
                           look instead through my eyes
                           to see what I am thinking

                           don’t close your eyes when sitting
                           to concentrate with less distraction
                           open them to include each thought
                           within every breath I take

                           don’t walk along the street
                           flexing your abdomen to be upright
                           and deft lift them all instead
                           poised so that movement flows
                           through them
                                     playfully
                           like a visceral grate

 

“To give your sheep or cow a large spacious meadow is the way to control him.” Shunryu Suzuki Roshi, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind

 

 

breathing wormhole: … thank you
Shunryu Suzuki wormhole: “don’t move / just die / over and over … / be true to / yourself / and don’t move” / – Suzuki Roshi
thinking wormhole: ‘I wanted to write a poem’
walking wormhole: A206 / Plumstead Road: / perched on a wall

 

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