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Tag Archives: 1969

raised brow

11 Thursday Oct 2018

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1969, 2018, 5*, arms, Batman, boulders, buildings, city, compromise, disappearance, eyebrow, face, phone, plan, quiet, society, step, watching

                raised brow

                he crossed his arms, watched
                the hulking step of guile and suit

                approach carefully over wet boulders,
                [the set of plan secure

                 from the phone booth
                 quiet amid all the high-rise of possibility]

                watched immobile until his face
                disappeared

 

Detective Comics #392, October 1969, Frank Robbins, Bob Brown: almost two years after my father left I was beginning to find my nerve

 

 

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Batman wormhole: ‘a blacknight fitted perfectly …’
buildings & city wormhole: ‘… plane is upright …’
compromise wormhole: PASTORAL by William Carlos Williams
quiet wormhole: LIGHT HEARTED WILLIAM by William Carlos Williams
society wormhole: Victorian pipework

 

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the moon, the moon

23 Sunday Sep 2018

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1969, 2018, 5*, Batman, buildings, doing, evening, fence, growth, moon, night, running, searching, windows

                from ground level, then
                when buildings rise the night

                and evening windows
                hold all tired endeavour

                the only thing to do is run
                keeping pace with the

                chain-link fence in search of
                the moon, the moon

 

Detective Comics #391, September 1969; Frank Robbins, Bob Brown – anyone lived in a pretty how town

 

 

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Batman & moon wormhole: stuck
buildings wormhole: What You Are by Roger McGough
doing wormhole: scintillating to mind’s content
evening wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – both fawn and grey
night wormhole: despite that
searching wormhole: lost the search
windows wormhole: Victorian pipework

 

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Nostalgia for Samsara – poewieview #16

08 Tuesday Mar 2016

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1969, 2016, Bowie, children, Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, communication, faces, Have, laughter, looking, samsara, sight, society, walls, waste

                                              Nostalgia for Samsara1

                look of faces, face of look and the fidgeting
                curls and weave of sight between the walls

                where children watch elders reclined and
                solemn-veiled beneath laughter and barter,

                bittersweet-inured to their shamèd Have and
                wanton squander amid scattered teak rubble

 

seen what shouldn’t have been seen because it couldn’t be noticed: Wild-Eyed Boy from Freecloud, 1969
1 one of Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche’s phrases

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

 

 

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Bowie wormhole: life [‘n’ death] / legerdemain – poewieview #15
children wormhole: when writing // stay
Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche wormhole: I can say / that I do all sorts of dance
communication wormhole: teached / in the ass
Have wormhole: ‘went up to London and what did I see; …’ – poewieview #7
looking & society wormhole: keep the light off
samsara wormhole: “write, let’s break outta here!”
walls wormhole: seventy two, perhaps – poewieview #9

 

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where the goblins leered – poewieview #14

02 Wednesday Mar 2016

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1969, 2016, bedroom, blue, Bowie, echo, glass, goblins, grey, hedge, hills, love, muddy, pillow, poplar, red, seeing, tangerine, time, white, windows

                                pillows and empty poplars
                                is all can be said now of the

                                tangerine red that hedged
                                through the rows and mud

                                ruts were nascent to the
                                ploy of reaching brows

                                where the same grey-blues
                                that ever seeped through

                                the cold sash window and
                                echoed about the high white

                                covings, were seen again
                                where the goblins leered

 

grown through hedge of Letter to Hermione, 1969 and brow of An Occasional Dream, 1969

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

 

 

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bedroom wormhole: 1963
blue & white wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
Bowie & echo & love wormhole: the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13
glass & hedge & windows wormhole: keep the light off
grey wormhole: thick thick fog
hills wormhole: walking through Lewes
red wormhole: Saturday – poewieview #3
seeing wormhole: teached / in the ass
time wormhole: strange / tarnish

 

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the sounds of 1969 // [would have] seemed that way – poewieview #13

25 Thursday Feb 2016

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1969, 2016, accountability, appearance, ascent, becoming, being, Bowie, chords, clouds, coalescence, counting, crescendo, dawn, doing, doors, earth, echo, fall, gods, history, horizon, kitchen, looking, loss, lost, love, neighbourhood, people, possibility, rocket, silence, society, sound, stillness, streets, stumbling, suburbia, travelling, trees, up, variation, warp, weft, wish, years

                                   … oh,

                      here it comes again, between
                      the warp and weft of chording;
                      all the engines of thrust, all
                      the snare of history, all propulsion

                      `round various turnings, trails
                      left vaporising; counting … up
                      to crescendo, looking up to tread,
                      to lacunae; to ascend is to lose,

                      to step through that door: fall/
                      ascent mean nothing off-sphere;
                      tumult of horizon sitting in my
                      kitchen, stumbling on my planet,

                      there’s nothing I can do: there
                      are – so – many – more – chords,
                      variants on a minor, travelling to
                      where we are all along, feeling

                      very still … lost where we all are;
                      the sounds of 1969 looked very
                      different today – loved-up, peopled-
                      up, gods upped be-coming – up;

                                          ~O~~~

                      down the slippey ascension of wish,
                      up to the echoing boroughs of cloud-
                      bank, where the damp damp dawn
                      falls silent to urban horizon, higher

                      for to widen the neighbourhood
                      streets and higher to deepen the road-
                      side trees; none of it didn’t, but it
                      [would have] seemed that way

 

filtered through grill of angst: Space Oddity, 1969, Cygnet Committee, 1969, Memory of a Free Festival, 1969

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

 

 

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being & Bowie & doing wormhole: quite … / … yet – poewieview #12
clouds wormhole: dog bark
dawn wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
doors wormhole: Seven A.M, 1948
echo & looking & people wormhole: 1966 … actually sic // of it allllll-bsssssssh – poewieview #8
history wormhole: London Park in Greenwich town – poewieview #5
horizon wormhole: com- / mute
kitchen wormhole: 1963
love wormhole: Grizedale College
silence wormhole: the open window
society wormhole: bookmark
sound & years wormhole: 1963
stillness wormhole: the windmill
streets wormhole: fine droplets / across the glass
travelling & trees wormhole: Saturday – poewieview #3

 

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the Growing Man

25 Wednesday Nov 2015

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1969, 2015, Avengers, defining, eyes, institution, notice, perspective, quantum, Roy Thomas, Sal Buscema, society, square

 

 

 

                                   the Growing Man

                                   always amid the
                                   square and receding tiling
                                   the little figure
                                   is never noticed

                                   until he acts
                                   quantum to right angle
                                   where he is found
                                   growing perspective

                                   so that no matter
                                   what you throw at him
                                   he will include it all ill-
                                   defined until it steps

                                   with glazed eyes through
                                   three-storey intstitution
                                   oblivious to the falling
                                   masonry all around

 

 

 

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eyes wormhole: Soir Bleu, 1914
society wormhole: the Conqueror

 

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1969

07 Wednesday Nov 2012

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'scape, 1969, 2011, 3*, muddy, openness, sky, years

 

 

 

                                1969

                slippy ruts
                sky puddles
                but mud-spatter
                up to the thighs

 

 

 

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sky wormhole: honest
years wormhole: 1955

 

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1969

01 Friday Jun 2012

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1969, 2010, 4*, Avengers, emergence, Emma Peel, faces, mouth, portrait, smile, tv, voices, years

 

 

 

                                                                      1969

                                   her face like a plate
                                   her smile like a smirk
                                   her voice said “table”
                                   over my shoulder

                                   smelled of wet mouth
                                   I kissed the mouth of
                                   Emma Peel breathing
                                   her heady scalp

 

 

 

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emergence wormhole: the start of / adolescence
faces wormhole: gothic
mouth wormhole: teen gaze
smile wormhole: so
tv wormhole: 1973
voices wormhole: it was / pleasant
years wormhole: 1961 – Marilyn

 

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1969

26 Monday Dec 2011

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'scape, 1969, 2009, 4*, childhood, chrome, Eglinton Hill, roads, silence, snow, trees, years

 

 

 

                                1969

                chrome and
                plastic control

                turned

                waiting for the
                picture to warm up

                the snow lay
                dirty now
                by the roadside
                and the tree

 

 

 

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part of >>> years
childhood wormhole: roof-top vigil
Eglinton Hill wormhole: 1967
roads wormhole: 1965
silence & snow wormhole: bath
trees & years wormhole: 1967

 

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