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fresh destiny

19 Friday Aug 2016

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1963, 2016, 4*, buildings, choice, Dr Strange, echo, freedom, glass, green, karma, Nightmare, rain, realisation, society, soul, Stan Lee, Steve Ditko, Strange Tales, windows

                the effect of other
                hangs like water down a single pane
                over the soul: free it

                from bricks and mortar
                transport it across
                all the empty chasms of nightmare

                where there is no
                echo; there is always
                choice to realise within the green thickness

                of glass, there is
                always the turn of
                fresh destiny

 

dripped from “Dr. Strange Master of Black Magic!”, 1st appearance of Dr Strange in Strange Tales #110, July 1963 by Lee & Ditko

 

 

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buildings wormhole: ‘hope for things to come’
Dr Strange wormhole: coagulating
echo wormhole: hello, luvvey, do you want a cup of tea?
glass wormhole: the figure “46” / in frosted glass
green & society wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – I suddenly / remembered
rain wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Contents
windows wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – Safe Home

 

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1963

17 Sunday Apr 2016

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1963, 2014, childhood, emergence, grey, growth, knowledge, name, notice, park, passing, reaching, sky, trees, winter, years

 

 

 

                                                                                 1963

                                     hand in hand
                      with noticing the tree
                           in winter
                           against the sky
                           for the first time
                      and knowing it was called tree for the
                           first time
                           came the shifting greys
                           into which
                      it reached which I didn’t notice yet
                           but would
                           inevitably
                           have to

 

 

 

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childhood wormhole: up on the hill
emergence & sky wormhole: like ink – poewieview #23
grey wormhole: Jon
knowledge wormhole: up here
park wormhole: Saturday – poewieview #3
passing wormhole: bavardage
trees wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street
winter wormhole: com- / mute
years wormhole: 1964

 

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1963

22 Monday Feb 2016

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1963, 2014, abandonment, bedroom, betrayal, childhood, Eglinton Hill, loss, sound, step, toes, years

 

 

 

                1963

                                  steppin’
                            ‘n’ lope-n’
                            ‘n’ swingin’
                            ‘n’ toe-n’
                            ‘n’ makin’
                            m’ way fr’m
                                one room to n’other
                                   with only a creak to pretend

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

abandonment wormhole: sit
bedroom wormhole: the open window
childhood & Eglinton Hill wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
sound wormhole: dog bark
years wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8

 

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1963

23 Wednesday Sep 2015

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1963, 2014, alley, Burt Bacharach, colour, Dionne Warwick, Eglinton Hill, kitchen, open, passing, sound, Spring, Victorian houses, windows, years

 

 

 

                1963

                                the plastic click of
                                pull-down kitchen cupboards
                                of all colours through all the
                                open windows
                                in Spring
                all up and down the alley behind the steep hill of tall Victorian houses

 

(this empty space)

 

 

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Burt Bacharach & Dionne Warwick wormhole: 1963
Eglinton Hill wormhole: corner of Plum Lane / Eglinton Hill and / Shrewsbury Lane
kitchen wormhole: To my Mum
open wormhole: Evening Wind, 1921
passing wormhole: the peculiar continuum of trains
sound wormhole: block ‘n’ role
Spring wormhole: dream 260713
Victorian houses wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
windows & years wormhole: Summertime, 1943

 

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1963

20 Wednesday May 2015

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'scape, 1963, 2014, beige, Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick, emergence, grey, identity, sound, speech, step, stone, voices, years

                1963

                                step
                                by
                                step
                I look down at the differing shades
                                stony beige and grey
                I hear the sound of shkrnts and scrapes and find my own clear voice
                                of ‘but’
                                and ‘I’

 

wishin’ & hopin’

 

 

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beige wormhole: 1963
(Burt) Bacharach wormhole: To my Mum
(Dionne) Warwick wormhole: Dionne Warwick
emergence wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
grey wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
identity & sound & speech & years wormhole: up here
stone wormhole: thar she perched
voices wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II

 

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1963

27 Friday Jun 2014

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1963, 2014, 3*, Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick, echo, floorboards, groundlessness, identity, listening, openness, room, speaking, windows, years

 

Music: This Empty Space; singer: Dionne Warwick; writers: Burt Bacharach, Hal David

 

 

                                1963

                                in this empty room I hear
                           echo on floorboard
                                I can speak clearly now
                           I don’t need to fill the room
                                I can open the window

 

 

 

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Bacharach & [Dionne] Warwick wormhole: 1963
echo wormhole: I don’t know what to do …
floorboards wormhole: Michael Redford: // someone missing
groundlessness wormhole: the en-gentled / end of a wan / writing retreat
identity & openness wormhole: the Buddha head in an antique shop
listening wormhole: responsible
windows wormhole: titanic

 

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1963

13 Tuesday May 2014

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1963, 2014, 5*, beige, blue, Burt Bacharach, Dionne Warwick, future, life, promenade, sea, venetian blinds, walking, windows, years

 

Music: Make the Music Play; singer: Dionne Warwick; writers: Burt Bacharach, Hal David

 

 

                      1963

                           walking
                      along the flint and concrete sea wall
                           curving far far on ahead
                      between the pastel sea blue of the bay
                           and the slate windows
                      of the beige and venetian future

 

 

 

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beige wormhole: London
blue wormhole: tag cloud poem IV – C
Bacharach & years wormhole: 1966
Dionne Warwich & life wormhole: letter 080514
promenade & sea wormhole: promenade
venetian blinds wormhole: in the kitchen
walking wormhole: the retriever the daughter and the mother
windows wormhole: the View: from Here to the Learning Objective to the Learning Horizon

 

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1963

10 Monday Mar 2014

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'scape, 1963, 2012, 3*, Beatles, cars, haiku, London, snow, travelling, years

 

 

 

                                                              1963

                                              down
                to London for / the first time where it snowed
                        cars / all across the lanes

 

 

 

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cars wormhole: star / through the kitchen / window
haiku(esque) wormhole: ‘just slip into life …’
London wormhole: mlewisredford introductory complete life audit confessional
snow wormhole: snow
travelling wormhole: trinary
years wormhole: tag cloud poem I – numbers

 

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1963

15 Sunday Jan 2012

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'scape, 1963, 2010, 3*, blue, childhood, evening, green, sky, trees, years

 

 

 

                                1963

            an evening-green tree but a too blue sky

 

 

 

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blue sky wormhole: theological discussion
childhood wormhole: and
evening wormhole: south horizon
green & years wormhole: 1968
sky wormhole: looking for Lester
trees wormhole: any open window

 

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