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2012, 7*, acceptance, blogging, breathing, compassion, conservatory, dancing, emptiness, fly, identity, lifetimes, living, lost, love, markbook, movement, name, paint, poetry, publishing, realisation, recognition, self-containment, sitting, talking to myself, tea, teaching, thought, wood, writing
… ohpe!
there it goes again
tens of hours of shaping and formatting a piece
and placing it and checking it
no hits
timely reminder
again
that I have rather seeped into publishing of late
like gloss paint dried into wood-grain
making me all used up
and no air for writing
no air for living or sitting
again
same as with markbook
years past
the same as with anything
that can find my way through the anonymity and overlook
enough
to become identified
and then flog it
flog it for all its worth
well why not flog it for all its worth
because it puts all my eggs into one basket
and baskets these days
are one among a million
—o—
interlude
the fly
that was annoying me in the too hot conservatory is now
gracefully
circling
in the pint of peppermint tea I was letting cool
and was really
looking forward to
—o—
I need to flush
the askance and dance
through everything I live
not just through the poetry
but
I can’t do that
if I am too gravitated in the centre of anything trying
desperate
to Make Me a Star and Saviour!
… guess
guess what the conclusion is going to be
c’mon now
how can I loosen my centre of gravity
so I can askance and dance freely
without being there at all
come on now class
Redford – put your phone away
and give it a try
Mark – stop staring out the window
Lewis – put your hand down
give the others a chance
altogether now:
SIT!
—o—
…
… OK, Lewis, tell us why …
well if you sit being aware of the thousand thoughts and movements which are not sitting
without
going
with them and just smiling on them sweetly as they pass
you create a gap in the centre –
no you don’t
the gap is already there
in fact there is nothing BUT gap
there has always only been nothing there -yes
alright Mark
let Lewis finish:-
– you create a gap
in the centre of thought and movement
through
which
you find your true self which was never localised in the first place
no matter how hard Redford tried –
oh so
I’ve been wasting my life trying
alright
Redford
calm down don’t –
slam
the door
go after him will you Mark
tell him he’s been living his wastes all along but that
he still needs to find those gaps in the
first
place
—o—
oh, and Mark, try not to be so insensitive in future
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
acceptance wormhole: Woodbrooke labyrinth / affirmations
breathing wormhole: too
compassion wormhole: Beresford Square: // it’s alright it’s alright
conservatory wormhole: dream / 130207
dancing wormhole: slow slow / quick quick / slo / w
emptiness wormhole: ‘set the controls / for the heart of the sun’
identity & tea & writing wormhole: through the window
lifetimes worhole: gravity
living & sitting wormhole: while
love wormhole: 32 years
markbook wormhole: pep talk
poetry wormhole; chores to do – diptych
publishing wormhole: successive scenes in the autobiopera / conflict and resolution in each episode // credits: me me me me me
realisation wormhole: adversely / mistaking the finger for the moon / again
recognition & teaching wormhole: :just wondering …
talking to myself wormhole: practise what you doing / give what you having / breathe what you remember
thought wormhole: the ocean
wood wormhole: Michael Redford: // someone missing
