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                                events happen
                through all measure of name
(history happens in echo-wet streets while shop fronts stand and stare)
                                lives subsist behind walls
                and know only of purpose to step through the door
                                (meanings glimpse
                                 between windows both ways – make art and go to bed to sleep)

                                meanwhile chimneys
                                disperse coal at right-
                                angels angles, over
                                city and line and
                                only when the
                                streets occasionally
                                empty do you know
                                of immense happenings
                                in the silence
                                and the yard-silt
                                where the buddleia
                and knotweed grow black into the night


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

a little snippet from askance From Hell, askance from chapter ten of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell, gwn’n’avvalook




Alan Moore & meaning & society wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
black & shops wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
buddleia 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
chimney wormhole: never there
city wormhole: start where you are I
doing & history & life wormhole: relapse
echo wormhole: just words wiped across a line
night & rain wormhole: 1977
sleep wormhole: sunny morning
streets wormhole: step
walls & windows wormhole: ‘the old chair rocked …’