mlewisredford

ineluctable and rampant naïveté …

Dr Strange VII – the madness of Mordo

 

 

 

                                              too late
                                planet Earth is no more
                                              for all my fighting and struggle
                                I have achieved only
                                              the madness of Mordo
                                              the whole span and play of existence ssspunnn
                                                              to its opposites:
                                death                                                                being
                                              ovum                                rebirth
                                                              everything
                                                                                 is the same as it ever was but
                classic classic comicbook
                                              it was all just a dream
                                                              it is everything that is dream

 

askance from: Dr Strange #6-13 (Feb 1975-April 1976); Marvel; writer: Steve Englehart; artist: Gene Colan

 

 

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being wormhole: between
comics wormhole: four-colour pulp into cinematic di[gital]pix[el][live ac]tion so easily makes for semantic palava (if you read what I mean) … the foredreading of Dr Strange
death wormhole: ‘a spark from the empty light socket …’
Dr Strange & Gene Colan wormhole: Dr Strange VI – to hold my face to the world
doing wormhole: darkness
dream wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012

 

‘a spark from the empty light socket …’

 

 

 

                                a spark from the empty light socket
                                jumped down to the floor and
                                flashed inside the stem
                                of a wineglass in
                                the sun on
                                its side

                                              – orgasm –

                a small pile of sand filters through the floorboards

 

 

 

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death & life wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure
glass wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque

 

between

 

 

 

                                I learnt
                           a while ago that power
                                is to be
                           found between what it lets
                                manifest:
                           the blessing of Vajrapani when
                                I wasn’t
                           even looking for it but was
                                actively
                           open to it should it come along,
                                although
                           there is always space if you
                                don’t look
                           too carefully and there’s always
                                the duty
                           of not looking too carefully if you trust
                                the space
                           between enough to let it go to be
                                without
                           getting the needy self all tangled
                                up in it

                                I had a
                           hunch about this earlier* when
                                looking
                           back at the cliffs while floating on the sea and
                                watched
                           the Buddha sit in meditation
                                for hours
                           that seemed like geologic eras

 

* poem called ‘Buddha Shakyamuni'; yet to be published

 

 

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being wormhole: purpose
Buddha wormhole: silence
identity wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
letting go & realisation wormhole: relapse
looking wormhole: ‘the old chair rocked …’
meditation wormhole: tong // len
openness wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
power wormhole: Dr Strange II – … things are the same again
sea wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
space wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
time wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure

 

after the storm

 

 

 

                                           after the storm

                                           the evening air
                      wafted in through the window
                           and a bus started up

 

 

 

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air & open wormhole: the streets just fill with business
breeze wormhole: city twilight
bus wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
evening wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
haiku(esque) wormhole: ‘blades / articulate all the lonely height / of the sky’
sound wormhole: purpose
storm wormhole: footfall
windows wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure

 

gold wedding band

 

 

 

                           in winter he has to wear
                           open sandals to keep comfortable

                           she sits at the determined table
                           leans his handsome cane

                           on the spare chair awaiting
                           his return one and a half steps

                           at a time, ‘there, cappuccino,’
                           placed in front of her ‘americano’

                           across the table and just the
                           ‘splackk’ of a pack of wafer creams

                           between; they talk about the
                           optician’s but end up talking

                           about Syria; he tries on the
                           new glasses; he wears a simple

                           gold wedding band

 

 

 

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coffee shop wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
Eastbourne wormhole: I could step / more open
feet wormhole: step
gold wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
speech wormhole: the streets just fill with business
table wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
talking wormhole: the lines are not that straight / after all
winter wormhole: Dr Strange V – all the words of all the times of all the worlds speak

 

what heavy and cantilevered structure

 

 

 

                                                              `comes a time also
                                              when inside and
                                outside do not matter
                anymore – ha ha ha
and what heavy and cantilevered structure in which life in all its wrappening
                                falls away then
                                              and what hideous possibilities
                                we have propelled become in all our many life we are (sic)
                                                              and we suffer them all
                                                                                 step by lifetime-step, accompanied
                                              or alone, within walls, looking
                                                                                 through windows and centuries or just
                                                                                                            outside in light

 

askance from chapter fourteen & the epilogue of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

 

 

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death wormhole: 1977
life & time & walls & windows wormhole: the lines are not that straight / after all
lifetimes wormhole: ‘never a dull moment …’
light wormhole: darkness
walking wormhole: the streets just fill with business

 

the lines are not that straight / after all

 

 

 

                                                              during
                                                              months
                                              studying the walls and windows
                                from across the street; the lines are not that straight
                after all; you have to talk with people now and read
                                between all sorts of lines
                                              creatively and incredibly

                                                              there is
                                                              a crunch
                                              decades into a career
                                decades coming (all the while
                adverts growing out the ends of terraced housing)
                                puts decades of striving into doubt when
                                              pension is mooted

 

askance from chapter thirteen of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

 

 

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career wormhole: career came to naught …
Have wormhole: the 20th century
houses wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
life & society & streets wormhole: in desperation and worthless art
obligation wormhole: the four whores of the apocalypse
people wormhole: ‘never a dull moment …’
reading wormhole: step
talking wormhole: the streets just fill with business
time wormhole: darkness
walls & windows wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name

 

in desperation and worthless art

 

 

 

                                it’s only
                the guts and instinct worry us now,
                                parley of glimpse mostly inured to us, and
                only in desperation and worthless art do we follow them
                                to unravel the unholy mess a little
                (too much strain to untangle
                                              too much compromise to try)

                                the cab
                that took him away left
                                perfect receding lines by the kerbside
                out into the busy streets of London;
                                peoples’ lives are not so sacred now
                they twist and float
                                              like idle smoke
                                                                      from the settled skyline

 

askance from chapter twelve of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

 

 

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compromise & life & society wormhole: the 20th century
London wormhole: step
others wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
skyline wormhole: ha ha ha
streets wormhole: the streets just fill with business

 

the 20th century

 

 

 

                                the 20th century

                                and so everything’s for getting
                                and it’s business as usual as long as

                                the denominator remains common
                                enough, high and low, because it is

                                so much easier to re-circuit a life
                                at the mere implication of a switch

                                (no need to call ‘howzat’ anymore)
                                it makes certainty very difficult, even

                                inappropriate; some thrive in it,
                                most live with unanswered questions

                                and awful duty (well, someone’s got to
                                do it); but the cranes on the riverside
                                                                             must
                                                                             keep
                                                                             lifting

 

askance from chapter eleven of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

 

 

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20th century wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque
compromise & life wormhole: our whore-y little compromises
crane & Have wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
economics wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
river wormhole: start where you are I
society wormhole: darkness

 

darkness

 

 

 

                                the darkness
                is always gathering, the light
                                only picks edge and selected texture

                                it is hard
                to tell the age we are in – scarcity
                                of perspective, rolled-up eyes – it is

                                the sudden
                violence releases it, throws
                                absorbing stasis to scatter

                                but why bother
                for when light is digested complete
                                it shines through all the click-construction

                                and neon
                nevertheless; it has been millennia digesting
                                and it

                                                              will …
                                              be …
                                con
                sumed; the world cannot let light just be,
                                sleep now is just

                                darkness

 

askance from chapter ten of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell

 

 

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doing & time wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
light wormhole: hinged
sleep wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
society wormhole: our whore-y little compromises
world wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside

 

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