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'scape, 2014, 6*, bridge, buildings, fashion, gold, haiku, hair, head, iron, Jack Kirby, Manhattan, pavement, people, reaching, river, roads, rooftops, seeing, shadow, sky, stone, streets, trees, vertical
Kirby’s landscapes
among the street trees
and trouser shadows people
struggle with fashion
but few look to the
rooftops where the reach of arm
can span neighbourhoods
and monuments, stacked
to pinnacle bricked to stand,
the lens is mistrust-
worthy – the shift of
golden hair – between the streets
and blocks of façade
where bridges raise the
access, lower the canyon
to the river that
knows no busy-ness
ranged wide along its banks and
harbours, failure to
see this tips buildings
beyond the vertical, you
cannot have angle
on a pavement on
a road, elegant stonework
curling ironwork
won’t allow it while
the hats of heads vie with sky
line, you see, billboards
and water towers
have been made redundant but
they had class and style
most of the images for this were reaped and harvested from The Fantastic Four #95, February 1970; plot: Stan Lee; art and storytelling: Jack Kirby; it was only after I put the finishing touches to the ‘billboards’ and ‘water towers’ in the last stanza that I realised it was all ABOUT Jack Kirby; have a lookit: this; and, maybe, also … this:
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
bridge wormhole: dream / 150599
buildings & sky wormhole: Dr Strange V – all the words of all the times of all the worlds speak
gold wormhole: Christmas
haiku(esque) wormhole: ‘the blues shifted …’
hair wormhole: knees
Manhattan wormhole: introducing / the stranger
people wormhole: smiling
river & shadow & streets wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
roads wormhole: bass and piano
rooftops wormhole: never there
seeing wormhole: Dr Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
stone wormhole: the precision // the gentleness // and / the letting go
trees wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114
Beautiful descriptives. I love this piece.
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Tiffany, you proffer your velvet-gloved hand and your bracelet tinkles when I take it to kiss … happy holidays
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You have caused a blush, dear sir, with even more descriptives. And I’m a tough one to blush. Happy holidays, Mark.
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