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'scape, 2010, 5*, breakdown, career, depression, ghosts, identity, results-led education, self, snow, sound, teaching, voices, wind
part V
I have been in, but not part of, the stadium for such a long time
it is here, all about and above, creaking, flapping, I
had thought it didn’t exist at all; it is cardboard and canvas
standing up against the inevitable winds, and snow
so much construction, so little structure, so little warmth
it is cold here in this quiet wasteland, but I sit
to one side now – out of the way – and shut my ears
to the noises and voices. I still have a lamp. I try
to keep warm by it. I can’t see them – out in the night
and cold – are there any other souls lost, out there?
Come and join me over here. If we sit together
I can get quite a lot of heat from this lamp. Let’s see –
what wounds have you got?
since this was written and published years ago I have subsequently and finally retired … from being the ‘ghost with open wound‘; I am now, just cold
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
breakdown wormhole: monument to vainglory
career & teaching wormhole: everwhile
depression wormhole: beepbeep
ghosts wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – intemperance
identity wormhole: ah … // oh … // meanwhile … // … // tha ya ta …
results-led education & voices wormhole: just saying, is all VI: // accountable / for my own outbreath / …
snow & sound wormhole: open window
wind wormhole: time
This is uncharacteristically dark for one of your pieces, I would say your written voice has changed since. Then again, who knows what dark beasts roam within M. Redford. 🙂
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“roll up for the Mystery Tour”, come one, come all; {management cannot accept responsibility for any dark beasts which may be lurking within this tent; terms and conditions apply}; I’m afraid to say that much of my life in teaching emerges with dark voice and hollow eye-sockets
always: thank you for reading
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Coldness is surely that last badge of honour, the stigmata of honourable failure. A depressing thought whilst watching the January winds and freezing, driving rain across the sodden fields.
I think you nailed it with this one.
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aha, so your wounds are … frostbite, or gap under your collar – here’s a scarf; let’s huddle together outside Trumps Wall wherever he builds the damn thing
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Sounds like a plan.
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