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Tag Archives: 1993

south horizon

10 Friday Feb 2017

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1959, 1967, 1979, 1993, 1999, 2011, 2012, 7*, abandonment, anger, Bowie, childhood, Dad, discovery, divorce, drum, evening, experience, horizon, light, London, Margaret Thatcher, memory, Mum, Nan, pain, parents, perspective, purple, rhythm, river, saxophone, shift, Shooters Hill, south, texture, Thames, travelling, words, world

                south horizon

                out on the river
                the purple is shifting

                but in the evening-bulb light
                the world-shaping words

                of grown ups
                is shifting uncontrollably

                but,          no; it’s OK          look
                there is rhythm, there is

                a saxophone, a hi-hat – shflpt –
                in the crack there

                where words sift
                where worlds shift

 

I submitted this to an online magazine; they didn’t want it; I’ll publish it here again with the copy that supported it:

about the poem: on my eighth birthday (in 1967) my Dad arrived home late from work; my parents had one of their last arguments; my Dad left home that night; I couldn’t remember much of what happened that night – what was said, how much I heard, how much I understood – but I realised that worlds could change quite quickly that night; years later, in 1993, David Bowie recorded ‘south horizon’ on his ‘Buddha of Suburbia’ album, but I didn’t really get to know the piece until 2011; hearing it etched that experience back into my memory – bevelled it up, almost – but it also supplied textures and chord changes to the memory that allowed me a perspective that held me from being just angry or hurt; (‘the river’ is the river Thames; we lived on Shooters Hill in SE London from where we could hear and breathe the river)

author bio: Mark Redford was born in 1959 and grew up in South East London until he bolted to university (like a bat out of hell) in 1979, hot from Margaret Thatcher’s election victory; London was never the same every time he returned back; his mother, who had brought him up with her mother (his Grandmother), died in 1999; since then he has travelled back to London frequently to find the previous 40 years, but only seems to find them when he writes down what he saw; you can see what he sees (possibly better than he can) at: https://mlewisredford.wordpress.com/; if you bump into him there, give him some directions would you?

 

 

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abandonment wormhole: monument to vainglory
Bowie wormhole: new-found love – poewieview #36
childhood & Thames wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
Dad & divorce & texture wormhole: beepbeep
evening wormhole: alighted
horozon wormhole: 1966
light wormhole: so pleased to see you again
London wormhole: 1967
Mum wormhole: 1967
Nan wormhole: work
purple & river wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
travelling wormhole: traffic lights and broad avenue
words wormhole: breathing out
world wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – agricultural show

 

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the echo of / a small box

20 Monday Oct 2014

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1993, 5*, air, clouds, cold, drops, echo, grey, open, sunset, windows

 

 

 

                                the echo of
                                a small box

                                through drops
                                down the window

                                to one side the
                                grey cloud to the

                                other the sunset
                                and the cold air

                                through the window
                                which won’t close properly

 

 

 

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

air wormhole: cloud
clouds wormhole: a maturity
echo wormhole: tag cloud poem VI – anyone’s eyes
grey wormhole: sitting up in bed s i m u l t a n e o u s l y
open wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
sunset wormhole: the strange mauve relief of / this burgundy-gritty encounter
windows wormhole: oh-pen too

 

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‘through the open window …’

25 Sunday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1993, 4*, bird, hill, Hillside, lorry, open, passing, windows

 

 

 

                      through the open window

                      the bird sings two notes
                      again and again

                      while

                      the lorry drives
                      slowly

                      uphill

 

 

 

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

bird wormhole: comicbook morning
hills wormhole: 60 m.p.h.
Hillside & passing wormhole: ‘the mist high in the sky …’
open & windows wormhole: ‘white blossom …’

 

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‘white blossom …’

25 Sunday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1993, 4*, blossom, bushes, curtains, open, telephone lines, white, windows

 

 

 

                           white blossom
                           on a bush an empty
                           but white criss-cross trellis
                           by the wall the net curtain flaps
                           slightly out the window
                           and the telephone line
                           thrums

 

 

 

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

blossom wormhole: ‘peoples’ heads …’
curtains & white wormhole: twilight
windows wormhole: ‘white blossom …’

 

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sun through / the hedge

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1993, 4*, bathroom, drips, hedge, kitchen, sun, voices, windows

 

 

 

                                sun through
                                the hedge

                through the bathroom window
                children’s voices in someone
                else’s kitchen

                and both taps
                in the sink left
                dripping

                alternate-
                ly

 

 

 

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

bathroom & hedge wormhole: morning
kitchen wormhole: ironing in the sun
sun wormhole: ‘standing astride …’
voices wormhole: TV programme
windows wormhole: the class

 

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the class

23 Friday Mar 2012

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1993, 4*, buildings, rain, rainbow, school, silence, teaching, windows

 

 

 

                                     the class

                     disappears
                     down the corridor

                     rain drops across
                     each window

                     a shadow cuts
                     across the building

                     opposite there
                     must be a rainbow

                     somewhere

 

 

 

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

buildings wormhole: comicbook morning
rain wormhole: ‘dressed in black smiling …’
silence wormhole: ‘the quiet boy …’
teaching wormhole: Failure
windows wormhole: ‘standing astride …’

 

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there

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1993, 5*, earrings, garden, Hillside, portrait, roads, windows, writing

 

 

 

                                there

                      are two neighbours

                      one watering her garden
                      the other talking
                      to her

                      both with
                      teenage children

                      on their own

                      one dressed with earrings
                      one with comfy jeans

                      and

                      completing the triangle

                      from an opposite window

                      leaning slightly to one

                      side to see

                      the writer
                      at his desk

 

 

 

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

garden wormhole: ‘small Tina at the table …’
Hillside wormhole: comicbook morning
roads wormhole: ‘the run of …’
windows wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
writing wormhole: ‘bamboo-smacking …’

 

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a mid-afternoon

18 Saturday Feb 2012

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'scape, 1993, 4*, afternoon, books, cars, clouds, Hillside, portrait, rain, storm, streets, tea, windows

 

 

 

                           a mid-afternoon

                storm cloud
                is coming

                in my room
                a band of light across
                the back wall

                from
                beyond the
                cloud

                cleans the
                yellow paint

                and highlights
                the shelf of

                rearranged books

                on the street
                an ochre car

                passes

                a hand held
                out of the open window

                in the rain

                from the house
                opposite stands

                a woman drinking
                a hot mug of tea

                watching her brother
                jump-start

                his bike

 

 

 

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

afternoon wormhole: still
books wormhole: hinted
cars wormhole: dream
clouds wormhole: ‘the sky …’
Hillside wormhole: a night of rum
rain wormhole: ‘typewriting by the …’
storm wormhole: ‘the sky …’
streets & windows wormhole: Thomas Street

 

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I’m sorry but

16 Wednesday Nov 2011

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1993, 4*, breeze, brown, girl, Hillside, muse, portrait, roads

 

 

 

                                                     I’m sorry but

                                the girl
                      sitting on the wall
                                by the bus stop

                                in a

                      black shirt and black
                                shoes

                      and from
                                black shorts her

                      long            brown            legs

                                waiting

                      between breezes and

                                flexing
                      her knees

                      alternately and

                                un-
                      rhythmically

 

 

 

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

breeze wormhole: ‘writing again by …’
brown wormhole: on the crowded street
girl & muse wormhole: ‘she busted in …’
Hillside wormhole: the window
roads wormhole: morning

 

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the echo of a / small box

05 Saturday Nov 2011

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'scape, 1993, 4*, bedroom, breeze, clouds, Hillside, rain, sun, windows

 

 

 

                                 the echo of a
                                        small box

                through

                drops down the
                window

                to one side
                the grey cloud

                to the other
                the sunset

                and the cold air
                through the window
                which won’t close

                properly

 

 

 

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

bedroom wormhole: mouth open
breeze wormhole: Grizedale College
clouds & sun wormhole: ‘a small group of people stepped out of the registry office …’
rain wormhole: ‘up floated the printed words …’
windows wormhole: loud music

 

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… Mark; remember …

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    • Chapter 4
    • Chapter 5
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    • Chapter 8
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    • 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
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  • index
    • #A-E see!
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