‘… plane is upright …’

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1965, 2018, 7*, being, brick, buildings, carlights, circular poem, city, curtains, Dr Strange, existence, eyes, field, floor, guidance, hats, life, lightning, looking, moebius, moon, neighbourhood, passing, perspective, plane, rain, resolution, shadow, sign, speech, Stan Lee, steel, step, Steve Ditko, Strange Tales, streets, sun, throat, time, turning, vertical, walking, walls, way, windows

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                            when field of all temporal …
                                                              than just a façade but                           …
                                                                                                                                   …
                                      of steel and brick more                                                        … plane is upright
                                    the hatch and cross                                                                          and turned to perspective

                      windows, for a second                                                                                              and route is looped
               through endless endless                                                                                                      through the eye of

       neighbourhood boroughs                                                                                                               its own step, there will be
                 will be revealed as                                                                                                                     curtains of reign

   lightning where canyons                                                                                                                        through which to stride
             will always turn to                                                                                                                          oblivious, but the loss under-                                                                        

        but the reach of eye                                                                                                                             brim will seize the rear
 only to the next puddle;                                                                                                                            palate and numb the speech

       passing carlights look                                                                                                                          as eyes turn to look behind
 the walls and floors when                                                                                                                        themselves, save the

             enough to disregard                                                                                                                  moon will always guide
     leaving flit and twistreach                                                                                                               through dusty streets

          falls like inevitable treacle                                                                                                      far better than the beady sun
                 underbrim gathers then                                                                                               with all its signage and

                              as the ride across the                                                                                paraphanelia, no it is by
                              that resolve will be seized                                                                slanting blind shadows

 

Strange Tales #132-133, May-June 1965, Stan Lee; Steve Ditko: it is my contention that Dr Strange is strange because he doesn’t appear in his own event, he slips in and out at right angles to plane existence thence to vanquish solipsistic threat – story of my life

 

 

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being & life & rain & walking wormhole: coterminalism – there is nothing happens by itself, / 070118
buildings & moon wormhole: the moon, the moon
circular poem wormhole: amid
city & sun & walls wormhole: space for probing thought
curtains wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
Dr Strange wormhole: ‘when travelling astrally …’
eyes & looking wormhole: ‘a blacknight fitted perfectly …’
field & speech & time wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – With Pigs
lightning wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – from arm to nature, doing nothing
wormhole
passing wormhole: Victorian pipework
shadow & streets & windows wormhole: LIGHT HEARTED WILLIAM by William Carlos Williams

 

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traffic lights and broad avenue

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1965, 2016, 6*, avenue, body, brick, buildings, clouds, Dr Strange, evening, eyes, face, grace, implication, manifestation, morning, mouth, place, realisation, storey, streets, sun, synchronicity, traffic lights, travelling, uncaused, will

                it is always the willed renege
                that let’s the face dislocate-
                hideous in full disclosure
                when implications emerge

                that the mouth no longer
                forms, the nostrils lose
                their boundary, the eyes no
                longer level, that the body

                fulfils its natural grace to
                tend to travel where point
                is cornered without street
                to edge and dwelling stands

                familiar as brick but
                stacked in storey and cipher
                whence cones and bolts will
                manifest but unoriginate

                `till squint is healed and
                morning cloud will shred
                the evening sun between
                traffic lights and broad avenue

 

not surprised by the camber of “The Demon’s Disciple!” by Lee & Ditko in Strange Tales#128, January 1965

 

 

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buildings wormhole: fresh destiny
clouds wormhole: did I get old?
Dr Strange wormhole: Clea
evening wormhole: the 19th century
eyes wormhole: adjustment
morning wormhole: magnificent salad
mouth wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
realisation wormhole: just one, open, nerve,
streets wormhole: through the pane – poewieview #34
sun wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – I suddenly / remembered
traffic lights wormhole: Christmas lights / around the lamp post
travelling wormhole: “The Lady from Nowhere”

 

1965

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1965, 2014, bridge, cars, crane, morning, music, passing, radio, silence, sound, sunlight, traffic, truck, voices, years

 

 

 

                           1965

                           the traffic
                     the cars and the blocks of trucks with their air-breaks and axels pass
                           and recede

                           silent
                     over the bridge on the way past the docks and cranes save for
                           the line

                           on the radio
                     which ends ‘instead …’ and doesn’t resolve until ‘… of me’ to
                           change down gear

 

Are You There (With Another Girl): Dionne Warwick, Burt Bacharach, Hal David

 

 

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bridge wormhole: Compartment C, Car 193, 1938
cars wormhole: always
crane & traffic wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
morning wormhole: 1964
music & voices wormhole: well,
passing & sunlight & years wormhole: 1968
radio wormhole: any answers
silence wormhole: and that’s where I are
sound wormhole: impressionism

 

Saturday – poewieview #3

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'scape, 1965, 2016, boundary, Bowie, evening, green, grey, heart, lamp post, light, octave, park, pavement, pointlessness, possibility, red, Saturday, space, station, travelling, waiting, walking

                Saturday

                                green acres with no boundary
                                level with the pavement and
                                octaves of grey lamp posts alongside
                                to walk deepening heart;

                                until the red-wallpaper evening
                                in poor light, when it all seems
                                futile again, waiting to traverse
                                that distance from the cubic planes of the cold station

 

filtered through: That’s Where My Heart Is, 1965; I Want My Baby Back, 1965; Bars of the County Jail, 1965; You’ve Got a Habit of Leaving, 1965; Baby Loves That Way, 1965; I’ll Follow You, 1965; Glad I’ve Got Nobody, 1965; That’s A Promise, 1965; Can’t Help Thinking About Me, 1965

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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Bowie wormhole: poessay X: soul love
evening & green & walking wormhole: sixty four sixty five
grey & red wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
light wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948
park wormhole: “King …”
pointlessness wormhole: New York Movie, 1939
Saturday wormhole: hint
space wormhole: gotcha
travelling wormhole: train journey // like a branch
waiting wormhole: bougainvillea

 

sixty four sixty five – poewieview #1

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1964, 1965, 2016, Bowie, brick, cafe, closed, evening, eyes, future, green, identity, naïveté, office, rain, roads, self, streetlight, streets, time, walking, white, wind, windows

                     sixty four sixty five

                     cutting off windy street
                     down the side-road past
                     the café now closed in

                     the evening night under
                     whitewashed windows
                     out from under the rain

                     and street light where
                     bricks turn seaweed-
                     green, is an office

                     which we all don’t
                     know about; well, I’m
                     gonna make it by my

                     selves strolling up
                     strolling down or
                     standing there making

                     a fool out of me over
                     street corners the next
                     day, with new eyes and

                     boots

 

… OK, maybe NOT every single piece of work, then; well not until he hits his stride and I hit mine; this is – believe it or not – from Bowie’s first cluster of works: Liza Jane, 1964; Louie Louie Go Home, 1964; I Pity the Fool, 1965; Take My Tip, 1965, only one of which was actually written by him; they’re all in there somewhere fore-striding the next day …

 

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

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1964 wormhole: 1964
Bowie wormhole: Poewieviews
evening wormhole: Hotel Room, 1931
eyes wormhole: David Bowie – Iris
green wormhole: “walking …”
identity & rain & streetlight & streets & time & wind wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
naïveté wormhole: relapse
roads wormhole: portrait: / two pigeons
walking wormhole: walking through Lewes
white wormhole: 1967
windows wormhole: the open window

 

Detective Comics #345

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1965, 2014, Batman, comics, cowl, doing, identity, Infantino, inside, life, meaning, movement, outside, self, true nature, world, years

                           Detective Comics #345

                                     there –
                           a hole in the darkness
                           there is movement
                           there is a world
                           there is an outside

                           here – is an inside

                                     I
                           must make sense of it all
                           the world is looking

                                     yes –
                           to cowl my true nature
                           the only way to operate
                           in the world

                           HE HAS CUT HIMSELF
                           OFF FROM THE WORLD –
                           DOOMED … TO LIVE APART
                           FROM … FELLOW HUMAN
                           BEINGS … SOLITARY*

 

* ‘found’ epilogue to ‘The Blockbuster Invasion of Gotham City’ story in Detective Comics #345, p.14, panel 3, November 1965; spoken by ‘Bruce Wayne’ disguised as ‘Roland Desmond’; writer: Gardner Fox, artist: Carmine Infantino

 

 

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Batman wormhole: silhouette: // second / thoughts
comics & doing & identity wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
[Carmine] Infantino wormhole: Infantino world
life wormhole: prayer to my self
meaning wormhole: the endless acts of life
world wormhole: wriving
years wormhole: 1971

 

1965

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1965, 2011, 4*, dark, emergence, green, haiku, night, shadow, streetlight, streets, years

 

 

 

                                  1965
                dark green shadows in the room
                    unlit by the street

 

 

 

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1965 wormhole: you’re gonna lose that girl
emergence wormhole: new garden
green wormhole: wraggle of architecture
haiku(esque) wormhole: 1971
night wormhole: August / Adventure
shadow wormhole: as
street wormhole: we still stroll there
streetlight wormhole: dream / 240897
years wormhole: 1974

 

you’re gonna lose that girl

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'scape, 1965, 2*, 2010, 20th century, Beatles

 

 

 

                you’re gonna lose that girl

                and above their heads
                the new BHS
                store opened

 

 

 

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20^th century wormhole: one day / in 1956
1965 wormhole: 1965

 

1965

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'scape, 1965, 2010, 4*, Batman, blue, childhood, red, red bat, sky, years, yellow

 

 

 

                                                              1965

                                                 yellow
                      whoosh marks from Batman’s cape
                          in the red red sky

 

 

 

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1965 wormhole: 1965
Batman wormhole: ‘through …’
blue wormhole: flat blue / carpet
childhood wormhole: downhill
red & sky wormhole: the breath of London
red bat wormhole: still
years wormhole: 1972
yellow wormhole: Eglinton Hill

 

1965

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1965, 2010, 3*, childhood, grey, mauve, roads, sky, windows, years

 

 

 

                                                                 1965

                           different grey roads, pavements, buildings, windows
        but above them all a mauve sky

 

 

 

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childhood & years wormhole: 1964
grey & windows wormhole: To my Mum
mauve wormhole: ‘in clear …’
roads & sky wormhole: To my Mum