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2015, Alan Moore, being, birds, black, clouds, dark, doing, echo, Eddie Campbell, From Hell, inside, journey, life, listening, love, outside, passing, purpose, sound, time, waiting, walking, windows
purpose
the journey to outside doesn’t begin
and doesn’t get anywhere but waits
and eventually sees the plumes sufficient
to every bird that passes in flight if you but
listen to the drips the shifts and echoes all
around in the long tunnel; if unheard a cry
of love will stay inside enveloped
in the dark around a window or under a throne
the dark around the brother’s corpse – not
his own – the misshapen head amid the dark
not ‘worfipped’ and all the blackness can
so easily be made imbecilic; the two men walk
to the distance little wondering that
there is only half of height of age below the clouds
askance from chapter two 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
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Alan Moore & black & doing & echo & life & windows wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
being wormhole: start where you are I
birds wormhole: lobby
clouds & passing & time & walking wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
listening wormhole: crumpled / notebooks / at the end of a gentle retreat
love wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
sound wormhole: ‘the old chair rocked …’
waiting wormhole: 1959 –– MANHATTAN –– 2012
