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Tag Archives: 1987

just

24 Friday Oct 2014

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'scape, 1987, 5*, air, evening, open, passing, stopped, storm, windows

 

 

 

                                               just

                                   as the rock rolled to a stop
                                   the horsefly landed on it

                                               in the
                                               evening

                                   waiting for the storm
                                   a puff of air came in through the open window

 

 

 

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

air & open & windows wormhole: the echo of / a small box
evening wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
passing wormhole: deeper
storm wormhole: through the window // it doesn’t matter

 

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Daredevil: Born Again (1987)

03 Friday Aug 2012

Posted by m lewis redford in poems, poeviews

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1987, 2012, 6*, Daredevil, David Mazzucchelli, Frank Miller, identity, Kingpin, name, power, society, space

comic: Daredevil: Born Again (1987); writer: Frank Miller; artist: David Mazzucchelli

 

 

 

                      I
                                          am Spartacus

                                your name
                      the means by which society
                      uses you defines you consumes you
                                          breaks you
            defeated in a hundred different ways
                                          name
                                                   home
                                pride
                                          life
                                                   rib
            by asset by frame by hit and run
                                only when the apartment was blown up
                      was the gangster-touch revealed
                                          otherwise it was pure genius
                                the Kingpin
                                                   behind it all
                                          but behind it all never
                      never destroys the space
                                that the individual inhabits
                                and when the individual is destroyed
                                          when all hope in the individual is destroyed
                                the space is boundless
                                          there is no fear

                                it is only secret powers that are free
                                          they are only free
                      because they are secret
                                          because no one knows they are there
                                but everyone inhabits and lives the space
                                                   they allow

 

 

 

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

Daredevil wormhole: and no one would know
identity wormhole: The Batline life-line
power wormhole: have
society wormhole: illusion
space wormhole: the self

 

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Batman: Year One (1987)

02 Thursday Aug 2012

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1987, 2012, 5*, Batman, comics, David Mazzucchelli, Frank Miller, identity

comics: Batman: Year One (1987); writer: Frank Miller; artist: David Mazzucchelli

 

 

 

                           city as infrastructure
            inky-clear sky beautiful through the network of gantry and elevated train track
                                   rooftops as interstructure
Gordon: ‘How did I let this happen …
          bring an innocent child to life … in a city without hope’, then …
                      Batman as innerstructure
       ‘I may have to die tonight … How, father? How do I do it?’ … then
                                   of groundfloor human nature:
                                                     Loeb’s grandfatherly bankruptcy ‘yes it is’
                chewing mints mass-culture collect cute vile power as right
                                 Flass’ bullplay get things done with self-satisfied smile
            doing it the right way only way power as use
                                   Gordon principled
                     but weak with Barbara weak with Sarah
            the only occupant in an artery of cars off the bridge onto the mainland raining
                                     thinking clinking cups in Hopper’s
        Wayne still no personality except the vindication of his anxiety
                                    strong but stupid stupid

                                                   Batman is not a character but a shift of emotion
                   the sky whispers to him through antennae and water-tower
       Gordon only happy when outflanking Flass
                                    when anticipating the Joker
                      Batman alights out of a beam of light
                                                                        smelling Gordon’s coffee

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
Batman & identity wormholes: the Joker’s face
comics wormhole: Bonus Books

 

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just

16 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1987, 3*, air, evening, horsefly, rock, storm, windows

 

 

 

                                just

                as the rock rolled to a stop
                the horsefly landed on it

                in the evening
                waiting for the storm
                a puff of air came in
                through the window

 

 

 

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

air wormhole: ‘red ink in the air …’
evening wormhole: child
storm wormhole: stormy sky
windows wormhole: loud music

 

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quiet

16 Friday Mar 2012

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1987, 3*, faces, mirror, smile, teaching, teaching craft

 

 

 

                                   quiet

                      I will teach you
                      I will see
                      your faces

                      I will mirror you
                      smile and see
                      between

 

 

 

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

faces wormhole: foreign affairs
mirror wormhole: one mirror
smile wormhole: ‘the wrong door …’
teaching wormhole: militant naïveté
teaching craft wormhole: aghh – we’ve been infected / it’s spreading through the system / we’re losing our files … / it’s taken out the processor … / I, I can’t open with this program anymore … / it’s scanning me – / I’ve got to buy a Virus Protection Program from it …

 

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the next step

14 Saturday Jan 2012

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1987, 3*, breeze, passing, portrait, streets, walking

 

 

 

                                the next step

                      from the doorway the man
                      with a slight limp stepped
                      quickly and as the left
                      arm flipped back the jacket
                      flapped open and wrapped
                      his right arm

 

 

 

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

breeze wormhole: the silent night / of the Batman
passing wormhole: dream
streets wormhole: looking for Lester
walking wormhole: ‘how ‘do

 

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‘after the war …’

11 Friday Nov 2011

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'scape, 1987, 20th century, 3*, bedroom, doors, green, life, London, portrait, war, yellow

 

 

 

                after the war
                he let open the door
                with the yellow light
                behind him

                among the stalls
                the scale
                weighing ‘sprouts
                swung to
                2lbs 12ozs

 

 

 

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

20th century wormhole: 1959
bedroom wormhole: the echo of a / small box
doors wormhole: ‘she busted in …’
green wormhole: washing lines and trees
life wormhole: living
London wormhole: ‘the happy Taoist practising …’
yellow wormhole: Midnight Conference

 

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    • Chapter 1
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    • Chapter 5
    • Chapter 6
    • Chapter 7
    • Chapter 8
    • Chapter 9
    • Introduction
  • collected works
    • 25th August 1981 – count Up
    • askance From Hell
    • Batman
    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • Eglinton Hill
    • FLOORBOARDS
    • Granada
    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
    • Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters]
    • Miller’s Batman
    • mum
    • nan
    • Portsmouth – Southsea
    • Spring Warwick breezes / over Bacharach fieldwork and boroughs with / the occasional shift and chirp of David / in the pastel-long morning of the sixties
    • The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford
    • through the crash
  • index
    • #A-E see!
    • F–K, wha’ th’
    • L-P 33 1/3 rpm
    • Q-T pie
    • U-Z together forever
  • me
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  • poemics
  • poeviews
  • teaching matters
  • William Carlos Williams
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