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Tag Archives: 1981

‘she shook the sweets …’

05 Saturday Sep 2020

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'scape, 1981, 6*, bed, blog, buildings, Carol, clouds, green, grey, lightning, London, love, marriage, Plumstead, red, seagull, Shooters Hill, silence, sky, smoke, Thames, time, wind

she shook the sweets
onto the bed

the grey sky
washed clean

metal smoke rose
then right-angled

a seagull
flew between the buildings

then

 

lightning

{the sweets were Lindt chocolates, individually wrapped in deep-red; the made bed was covered by a deep-green candlewick bed-spread; she was Carol, shortly before or after we were married, staying in what had been my bedroom, halfway up Shooters Hill, overlooking the Thames basin; this was the first poem I published on this blog, almost exactly ten years ago, and, in those early days, she got very little … no views; I think she deserves more than that; want a sweet?}

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buildings & red & Thames wormhole: travel // when I die
Carol wormhole: ‘don’t look at it …’
clouds wormhole: here today and …
green & sky & time wormhole: meanwhile
grey wormhole: ‘charcoal grey-slate sky …’
lightning wormhole: a crack of lightning / in the dark of night
London wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – tenderness
love wormhole: IN THE ‘SCONSET BUS by William Carlos Williams
Plumstead wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 220211
seagull wormhole: The Atlantic City Convention: 1. THE WAITRESS by William Carlos Williams
silence wormhole: silence
wind wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – valley

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35 years ago …

25 Thursday Aug 2016

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1981, Carol, celebration, Leicester, life, love, married

… my lovely girl and I got married

________\\~~~ “C&M” ~~~//___________________________

getting married

________\\~~~ “C&M” ~~~//___________________________

please join our celebrations by looking at … 25th August 1981 Counting Upwards

 

 

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Carol wormhole: and that’s where I are
Leicester wormhole: “King …”
life & love wormhole: through the pane – poewieview #34

 

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mauve

04 Monday Apr 2016

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1981, childhood, death, father, life, mauve, weather, white, wind, windows

 

 

 

                         the mauve wind
                blew against the window
                  as he shot

 

 

 

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childhood & wind wormhole: first Spring storm
death & life wormhole: a theremin note – poewieview #21
fater wormhole: London Hearts – poewieview #4
mauve wormhole: red ink
white wormhole: tong len / the inauguration of another – timely – butter fly effect / taking and giving
windows wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V

 

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hot summer / morning

13 Wednesday May 2015

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1981, Carol, clouds, dark, faces, Genesta Road, legs, morning, pink, portrait, summer, thunder, trees, white, wind

 

 

 

                                   hot summer
                                   morning

                                   it quickly
                                   clouded over

                                   the wind blew
                                   the trees
                                   the thunder
                                   rumbled

                                   in a dark corner
                                   Carol sat –

                                   her suntanned
                                   legs in white
                                   socks and pink
                                   dressing gown –

                                   pulling faces

 

 

 

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Carol wormhole: “King …”
clouds wormhole: on the raised patio reading Plath
faces wormhole: [start where you are III] – delve
Genesta Road wormhole: 1977
morning & trees wormhole: thar she perched
pink wormhole: Trinity Arts
white wormhole: I’ve only just realised / after so many decades / that the smell of neglected land is lilac buddleia
wind wormhole: prologue-ing

 

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“King …”

29 Wednesday Apr 2015

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1981, 2013, Carol, cars, colour, elm, evening, green, hands, Leicester, music, openness, park, poplar, sun, traffic, UB40, walking

                                “King …”

                                hand in hand across
                                the wide-open-green park

                                the evening colours
                                of cars coming home

                                to park and the sun
                                through the poplars and elms

                                at the edges
                                “… where are your people now?”

 

 

 

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Carol & cars wormhole: dream 260713
evening wormhole: 1972
green wormhole: To my Mum
hands wormhole: great underbelly to the rooftops
Leicester wormhole: we still stroll there
music wormhole: city twilight
openness wormhole: between
park wormhole: Bat-Shadow
sun wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
walking wormhole: sight / seeing

 

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silence

07 Wednesday Jan 2015

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1981, 6*, afterlife, Amitabha, bark, Buddha, buildings, death, dog, Pure Land, red, silence, sound, Sukhāvatī, trees

 

 

 

                                   silence

                                   at night a bark
                                   in the estate

                                   echoed through
                                   the trees

                                   quick red moved
                                   through the buildings

                                   like a coat as
                                   Buddha Amitabha

                                   took it
                                   to a Pure Land

 

 

 

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Buddha & buildings & red & silence wormhole: Buddha Amitabha
death wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
dog wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
sound wormhole: lobby
trees wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight

 

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the Last Day of Morecambe Illuminations

09 Tuesday Dec 2014

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'scape, 1981, 6*, change, evening, hotel, Morecambe, promenade, sky, streetlight, windows

 

 

 

                           the darkening
                                     sky in hotel windows –

                           the Last Day of Morecambe Illuminations

 

 

 

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change wormhole: ‘the blues shifted …’
evening wormhole: just
hotel wormhole: consturnation …? // consternation
promenade wormhole: I could step / more open
sky wormhole: Dr Strange IV – ellipses
streetlight wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114
windows wormhole: yet another sprain / of ‘Jingle Bells’ straining / to propagate yet another / tired Christmas spirit – … / ‘sanner clawsis coming t’ taunn – yeah’ in a / coffee shop with condensation / running off the snowflake transfers / and the iphone at the next table / talking how 50 means 900 a month – not worth / the drive (left his scarf behind – / collateral) … about my age

 

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25th August 2013: 32 years

10 Saturday Aug 2013

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1981, Carol, Dylan, married, UB40

on the 25th August 1981 two young, gawky people, who were very much youngly in love, gawkily got married in Leicester Registry Office after having met and romanced together only during the three months previously; roll of eyes and awkward were the elders and war-survivors, but we knew we were different, even if we didn’t really know how, and we did it all differently, although we didn’t really know what we were doing; naïveté has kept us together even when we were sure we knew what we were doing; coming up to 32 years together, we are not sure how it happened; but it has, and it continues to find ever-new waves

in the three months up to our marriage we listened to the few tapes we had to play on the tape machine we owned: UB40’s ‘Signing Off’ and Bob Dylan’s ‘Desire’; to celebrate our life together I shall publish a series of poems about us, tracking our love and environment growing up in Leicester with each track of ‘Signing Off’ – something I’d like to share with the world, if I might not be too naïve – (‘Desire’ will have to wait another year),

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brave new world?

15 Saturday Sep 2012

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1961, 1971, 1981, 1991, 2001, 2011, 4*, growth, history, lifetimes, world

 

 

 

in ’61 we had to make way for a new baby I guess – someone else in my world
in ’71 I started the journeys to school where the world was brown and leafy
in ’81 I got married and dedicated my world to another
in ’91 I don’t really know what had happened to the world
in ’01 I offered my markbook to make my mark in the world
in ’11 I finally gave up offering but not sure if I am discovering – bracken-wet and new-vista –

a brave new world?

 

 

 

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part of >>> years
1971 wormhole: 1971
history wormhole: bombs on / Catford
lifetimes wormhole: Woolwich Central – / making life better II
world wormhole: have

 

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rose

14 Wednesday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1981, 3*, passing, train, windows

 

 

 

                                on the train as
                          the embankment rose up
                                a suitcase was put
                          into the luggage rack

 

 

 

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passing wormhole: ‘dressed in black smiling …’
train wormhole: pylon on the hill
windows wormhole: ‘gnashing …’

 

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