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Tag Archives: 1994

‘first thing / in the morning …’

28 Wednesday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1994, 3*, amber, breeze, coach, hill, morning, red, sky, traffic lights, windows

 

 

 

        first thing
        in the morning
        with the breeze
        the coach and
        the line of traffic
        is held half-way
        uphill at the
        lights

        the bright sky
        in the tinted
        windscreen

        amber

 

 

 

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

breeze wormhole: ‘the breezy …’
hills wormhole: on the hill
morning wormhole: comicbook morning
red wormhole: cloudy
sky wormhole: stormy sky
traffic lights wormhole: ‘our blue soft eyeballs kissed …’
windows wormhole: stormy sky

 

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on the hill

25 Sunday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1994, 4*, buttercups, grass, green, hill, horizon, mist, park, red, yellow

 

 

 

                      in the park
                      on the hill

                      the
                      bright
                      red
                      football
                      shirt

                      on the horizon
                      before the
                      distant misty hills
                      and the buttercups
                      scattered about
                      the grass
                      like Saturday

 

 

 

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

grass wormhole: grey and yellow
green wormhole: ‘mint toothpaste …’
hills wormhole: ‘through the open window …’
horizon wormhole: ‘light blue …’
mist & red & yellow wormhole: ‘the mist high in the sky …’
park wormhole: ‘sunlight …’

 

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‘mint toothpaste …’

24 Saturday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1994, 3*, bathroom, green, mint, mist, sky, windows

 

 

 

                                              mint toothpaste
                      clear green toothbrush and the mist
                                high in the sky

 

 

 

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

bathroom wormhole: sun through / the hedge
green wormhole: ‘sunlight …’
mist wormhole: child
sky & windows wormhole: light blue and grey

 

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light blue and grey

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1994, 6*, birds, blue, clouds, grey, Hillside, rain, sky, telephone lines, wind, windows

 

 

 

                      light blue and grey

                                              through a sky
                                finished
                                raining

                      now and in
                      front of which thrum
            two telephone
            lines

            in the wind

                      at times

                      fly two
            birds one

                                              straight
                      past the clouds
                                the other
                                curling between
            them and the wires

                      although
                      miles away

 

 

 

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birds wormhole: all
blue sky & grey & sky wormhole: twilight
clouds wormhole: ‘light blue …’
Hillside wormhole: electric guitar
rain wormhole: the class
wind wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
windows wormhole: sun through / the hedge

 

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autumn

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1994, 4*, afternoon, autumn, haiku, leaves, orange, sun, yellow

 

 

 

                                              autumn

                             sunny afternoon
                by the custard yellow wall
                  the leaves turned orange

 

 

 

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

afternoon wormhole: a mid-afternoon
haiku(esque) wormhole: ‘a most intense blue …’
leaves wormhole: 60 m.p.h.
orange wormhole: pylon on the hill
sun wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
yellow wormhole: ‘sunlight …’

 

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‘a most intense blue …’

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1994, 4*, bench, blue, church, haiku, passing

                                 a most intense blue
                     passed behind a bench on the
                       footpath by the church

 

 

 

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blue wormhole: green top
church wormhole: 20th century
haiku(esque) wormhole: grey and yellow
passing wormhole: down through the night

 

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down through the night

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1994, 4*, floodlights, housing estate, night, passing, streetlight, trees

 

 

 

                                down through the night

                     into the housing estate

                     lights dipped
                     no streetlamps
                     no upstairs lights but

                     behind the trees

                     the floodlights
                     round the sports field

                     one
                     passing
                     roadside
                     tree

 

 

 

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

night & streetlight wormhole: ‘dark ochre tarmac …’
passing wormhole: down the lane
trees wormhole: 60 m.p.h.

 

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60 m.p.h.

22 Thursday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1994, 4*, cars, hill, leaf, trees

 

 

 

                                    60 m.p.h.

                           uphill

                through the over-
                           hanging trees

                           ahead a

                single leaf fell
                           straight

                           down

                not to the left
                           or right

                           third gear

                           sharp corner

 

 

 

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

cars wormhole: Indian music / on the radio
hills wormhole: comicbook morning
leaves wormhole: ‘the worm …’
trees wormhole: ‘sunlight …’

 

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comicbook morning

21 Wednesday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1994, 5*, bird, black, blue, breakfast, buildings, curtains, Genesta Road, hill, Hillside, house, lemon, lime, morning, music, radio, red, roof, sky, sun, windows

 

 

 

                                              comicbook morning

                           the open curtain the
                           blue sky smeared with
                           red-like brick dust

                           it’s going to be hot
                           like lemon

                           sun on the window frames
                           of the house opposite

                           the solitary bird perched
                           on the roof

                           looking

                           the open window the
                           pneumatic drill
                           has started the
                           business down
                           in the estate and

                           lopping from side to side
                           the newspaper boy pushing
                           the lime-bag trolley
                           followed later
                           up the gentle hill
                           by the black-shorted jogger

                           the open door another
                                     crap
                           sound on the radio
                           sounds sunny anyway then

 

                           breakfast bowls!

 

 

 

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black wormhole: N. …
bird & morning wormholes: chirp / through the window
blue sky wormhole: ‘light blue …’
buildings wormhole: “WHOOOOOOOOOP!!!”
curtains & lemon wormhole: condensation
Genesta Road wormhole: ‘the open window …’:
hills & music & radio & windows wormhole: Indian music / on the radio
Hillside wormhole: ironing in the sun
house wormhole: loud music
lime wormhole: junk
red wormhole: ‘red ink in the air …’
roof wormhole: quietly
sky wormhole: ‘gnashing …’
sun wormhole: table

 

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text

20 Monday Feb 2012

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'scape, 1994, 4*, beige, blue, cars, fruit, moon, night, rain, red, roads, shadow, white, windows, yellow

 

 

 

                text

          boxed
          yellow fruit

          skin and
          crumpled silk

          the moon on
          a clear night

          the trailing wire
          and its shadow

          awkward with
          the lamp

          outside the
          passing wet cars:

          red, blue, beige …

 

 

 

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

beige wormhole: Batworld
blue wormhole: we play a game
cars & red wormholes: tabla
moon wormhole: sit
night & yellow wormhole: night time
rain & windows wormhole: a mid-afternoon
roads wormhole: dream
shadow wormhole: junk
white wormhole: green wine

 

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