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'scape, 1970, 1972, 2015, architecture, birds, buildings, cars, city, clouds, eyes, Gil Kane, identity, John Romita, knowledge, life, light, moon, people, perspective, presumption, rooftops, Roy Thomas, searching, seeing, shops, sky, skyline, society, sound, speech, Spiderman, Stan Lee, step, streets, thinking, time, venetian blinds, vertical, walking, walls, windows, years
deep down
in the streets light can only be noticed
between step and event all the while slogans
are shouting high and huddled to the
receding
rooftops
but the streets
can be taken sideways (from third floor up) with
panned vista of skyline for all to see; me, I crouch at right angles
to the depth-rise of sky-plummet
searching
for the
(pinnacles
amid stacks of façade discerned by ledge and cornice
sheer sides with no purchase beautiful for all their …
stark
knowledge)
I find ways in,
over rather than through, the vertical line
that makes architecture wide such that up can only reach higher
the better
for me
to arc
impossible
through all manner of event
and despite all presumption – birds flattering in all
direction –
up here
among the sooty stacks
I know my footing up sides of wall
while those below stand scattered about the ground
pointing
up here
on the stack
birds make their way in occasional formation despite cloud
and measure, where on the ground there is no parking despite time
from
high
up here
people walk the streets like filings
still warm from the splinter but magnetised in damaged clumps
they let the lonely antennae do all the
tensile
thinking
thinking
thoughts
are best done above the storeyline, clung to the outside, lean and breathtaken
(otherwise they get flabby) the angle always far better
as nadir
rooftops
higher than most are perspectives in which to dress
that allow vault and flagpole-spring to one façade or another
whilst people stand around at parties, their backs to the windows, unaware
of their own
identities
I will walk
up to the window below, cars parked variously on the street,
stacks of elegant housing ignore the open-air caught and struggle with
venetian
eyes
the up-
rumble
of the city may be constant but only noticeable
when strangled, oh, where is the moon waiting below rooftops
to make shop fronts blind and apartments
contemplative?
plucked in passing overhead from the pages of Spider-Man #90-113 (November 1970 – October 1972), written by Stan Lee & Roy Thomas; drawn by Gil Kane and John Romita
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
1972 wormhole: 1972
birds wormhole: purpose
buildings & people & seeing & sky wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
cars & walking wormhole: “King …”
city wormhole: events happen / through all measure of name
clouds wormhole: hot summer / morning
eyes & sound & walls & windows wormhole: Jackie’s slight smile
identity & thinking & time wormhole: [start where you are III] – delve
knowledge wormhole: the Apple
life & speech wormhole: out side of the writing / lodge
moon wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
rooftops wormhole: sight / seeing
searching & streets wormhole: Dionne Warwick
shops & society & years wormhole: 1959
skyline wormhole: gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared
venetian blids wormhole: 1963
