Peeks at Castleton

 

 

 

                                            Peeks at Castleton

                      I should be taking the rise and distance of the gorge
                                                                          head up

                      looking through the bottom of vari-focals the ridge is blurred
                                                               then looking down

                      at the cars making slow work through the bus-size gaps
                                                      while a

                      huge bowl of cloud runs a town of shadow over the whole valley
                                            but

                      I’d lose my footing if I didn’t keep my mind on the stone path
                                 and dodder

 

 

 

awareness wormhole: morning / cloud pass
balance wormhole: when anythinging
Castleton wormhole: strangers
shadow wormhole: relief
walking wormhole: promenade: / dual layering

 

Eglinton Hill

 

 

 

                                     Eglinton Hill

                           the end of Autumn sunlow above the hill
                                     shining down the wet tarmac

                           cars drive slowly up sun visors down
                                     upper mouth open squinting
                                                   cheekbones

                           the oaks have lost their leaves now
                                     apart from the furry ivy
                                     that clothes them
                           you can see more of the river
                                     now below the branches

                           and while cars pull in and out of Dallin Road
                                     when it is quiet
                           a young child shrieks a chasing game
                                     in and out of the front garden
                                     with her brother

 

 

 

a room in the House on Eglinton Hill
autumn & oak wormholes: mlewis diptych
branches wormhole: the Eiffel Tower
Thames wormhole: Bonus Books

 

A206 / Plumstead Road: / perched on a wall

 

 

 

                                                   A206
                                          Plumstead Road:
                                          perched on a wall

            it’s when I wander off

            looking for the angle
                      that will see me straight
            looking for the time
                      that will connect me to my
                                birth
            looking for the change
                      that shows how things
                      are still the same
            looking for the step-aside and crossing
                      that will vindicate my notice

            that I’ll have missed
                      the miles and miles
                      I have walked

            not to mention the street tree here
                      square in its own plot of land
                      before shoals of roaming car
                                its trimmed branches reaching
                                from its sturdy trunk
                                          variously into the sky

 

 

 

a street corner of … Woolwich
walking wormhole: strangers
Plumstead wormhole: bench / corner of Cantwell Road / and Eglinton Hill

 

in a / single / lifetime / sitting

 

 

 

                                                              in a
                                                 single
                                              lifetime
                                sitting

                                the snow
                it just keeps on coming down
                                as I just
                sit here, before I sat here and under a wide
                                grey sky
                as far as can be seen

                                millions
                                millions of specks
                mostly uniformly slanted down to the left together
                     some twirling but still left
                          some bigger but still left
                               some wafting off the edge of rooftops
                                    like steam but still left
                                         some lose speed lose direction
                                              some drift to the right some float
                                                   up a while
                                                        but not for long

                                                             all the while
                                still on the ground
                                silent on the ground
                                the parked cars lose
                                their colour and shape
                                and have given up their
                                proud dreams of
                                getting and being
                                somewhere

                                              and all the while too
a seagull circles
                                                                                              and looks

                                              about and

                                                                                 swoops
                                out of                                view
                                              collecting
                                              nothing
                leaving

                                                                                 no trace

 

 

 

awareness wormhole: meditation session

 

two writing haikwo

I’d like to re-present a couple of pieces that appeared early on in this blogs history …

 

 

 

                   writing again by
       the falling net curtains and
           the wet car tyres

 

 

 

                                                                                                   typewriting by the
                                                                                           open window showering
                                                                                               heavily outside

 

 

 

breeze wormhole: honest
existing in … writing and being

 

smalltown / Derbyshire

 

 

 

                                     smalltown
                                     Derbyshire

                           tidy windy streets fully
                           renovated houses
                           serious walking shops
                           silly collectibles shops
                           and pig-parked up to
                           the number plate cars
                           black and recession-
                           proof and ‘don’t you
                           ever call me a dick
                           again’ – was that the
                           sound of a head against
                           a stone wall – ‘are you
                           hearing me am I making
                           myself absolutely fucking
                           clear?’

 

 

 

Castleton wormhole: travel writing
Have wormhole: supermarkets

 

JJ Cale / in a coffee shop?

 

 

 

                                              JJ Cale
                                   in a coffee shop?

the wide windows
lights coming on early evening piled snow car park indicating turning white
       snow on the hills
a girl leans back on a table looking the other way looking at her phone her
       leggings show the landscape of thighs hips belly while her friend buys
       a coffee a young mother walks the length of the counter restless child carried
       low on her body looking for toilets

this all ought to be beautiful but I need to sit –
because when sitting I should just sit not look for calm-solution
when looking for calm-solution I am not yet sitting
when I see myself looking for calm-solution then I have started sitting
when I look for myself looking for calm-solution I have stopped sitting again

when writing I should just write and not anticipate what and bons mots
when I pre-structure my writing I am not writing I usually sit and stare and
       don’t write much
but neither is writing an automatic flow of words or images at its best it finds
       its own form
I find its form in its writing in writing it it emerges through-amid as the
       crowd of thoughts that are my life but
before the writing is ready I am still alone in the crowd defensive and aggressive
       and not seeing
the beauty in front of me

 

 

 

… part of: coffee shop poems
part of >>> writing and being
evening wormhole: classic

 

at Rue de Provence & / Chausée d’Antin Trinité

 

 

 

                                   at Rue de Provence &
                                   Chausée d’Antin Trinité

                                   – beep –
                      cars stop
                      at the lights

                      “… il y a qu’elqu’un …”

                      footsteps
                      “… gateau …”
                      sandal ‘clacks’
                      “.. attends …”
                      a smoothing          – beep –
                      “… petites …” scooter
                      starts then stops
                      “… pois chez moi ..”
                      bicycle glide

                      then C stirs
                      “… qu’est-ce que c’est …”

                      I’m waiting for the end …
                      “… of what …”
                                   – beep –
                      NOW

                      actually
                      it was a
                                   – beep –
                      security exit

 

 

 

part of … Paris
C wormhole: ”hmm …’ …’
passing wormhole: ‘indicating …’

 

‘at the top of the road …’

 

 

 

                           at the top of the road
                           the car eventually breaks
                           it will turn right
                           but it doesn’t indicate

                           two pigeons
                           fly across the road

                           another car arrives
                           at the top of the road
                           indicates right and turns
                           without braking

 

 

 

orange wormhole: tonight
pigeons wormhole: ‘finished reading …’

 

‘after …’

 

 

 

after
studying in the library

the square was
wet

and mauve
the side of the church

and alongside
the main road

the black white and red
cars returning home

 

 

 

part of >>> Portsmouth – Southsea
walking wormhole: ‘the road is long …’