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Charlotte

28 Wednesday Mar 2012

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1995, 4*, Charlotte, Hillside, Jon, portrait, speech, stairs

 

 

 

                                   Charlotte

                     a helium-
                     expelled

          just six-year-old

                                   grunt

                     half-way up the
                     stairs with her

          best twang, “I’m – ungh –

                     just trying to bring Jonny
                     upstairs
                     he’s broken his mouth.”

 

 

 

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

Charlotte & Jon wormhole: dream
Hillside wormhole: tired
speech wormhole: “WHOOOOOOOOOP!!!”

 

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cloudy

28 Wednesday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, beach, clouds, red, sun

 

 

 

                                cloudy

                down

                the steps
                to the pebble beach

                a woman
                sunbathing

                tucked up under
                the seawall

                and the old smell
                of a raspberry

                ice lolly – a solid
                pink bar with

                ribs

 

 

 

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beach wormhole: bbbrsshhh … sss …
clouds wormhole: light blue and grey
red wormhole: stormy sky
sun wormhole: sun through / the hedge

 

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‘the breezy …’

28 Wednesday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, breeze, evening, moon, Rye, seagull

 

 

 

                      the breezy
          juxtaposition

                      of the “airgh”
                      of the seagull

                      flying before
                      a low moon

                      in the early evening
                      on the caravan site

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
breeze wormhole: ‘peoples’ heads …’
evening wormhole: just
moon wormhole: 1963
seagull wormhole: scandal

 

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stormy sky

25 Sunday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, copper beech, grey, red, rooftops, sky, storm, trees, wind, windows

 

 

 

                                              stormy sky

                     through
                     the window
                     the top of the copper beech
                     before the red tiled roofs
                     blowing one half
                     then the other half
                     in the wind

 

 

 

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

grey & sky & trees wormhole: ‘the mist high in the sky …’
red wormhole: on the hill
rooftops wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
storm wormhole: just
wind & windows wormhole: tired

 

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tired

25 Sunday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, bedroom, Hillside, wind, windows

 

 

 

                                tired

                the wind blowing
                the front windows
                but whistling
                at the bedroom door

 

 

 

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

bedroom wormhole: this is not / a poem
Hillside & windows wormhole: ‘through the open window …’
wind wormhole: light blue and grey

 

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‘the mist high in the sky …’

24 Saturday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, branches, cars, grey, Hillside, mist, passing, red, sky, trees, yellow

 

 

 

                the mist high in the sky

                                yellow among the
                                brown branches

                grey Escort, dark grey Clio, red Escort

 

 

 

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

cars wormhole: 60 m.p.h.
grey & Hillside wormhole: light blue and grey
mist & sky wormhole: ‘mint toothpaste …’
passing wormhole: ‘a most intense blue …’
red & trees wormhole: twilight
yellow wormhole: autumn

 

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twilight

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, black, blue, brother, bushes, curtains, Eglinton Hill, grey, leaves, lemon, path, red, sky, trees, tv, twilight, white

 

 

 

                                   twilight

                     up the path
                     with damp leaves
                     on either side

                     it is dark
                     under the bushes
                     under the trees and

                     a lemon blue
                     sky above the
                     red tiles.   Home

                     my brother watches
                     blackandwhite TV

                     in the grey room
                     the curtain open

                     and
                     the
                     con-
                     trast
                     up

 

 

 

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

black wormhole: electric guitar
blue sky & lemon & red wormholes: comicbook morning
curtains & grey & leaves & trees wormhole: ‘standing astride …’
Eglinton Hill wormhole: sit
sky wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
tv wormhole: TV programme
white wormhole: grey and yellow

 

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electric guitar

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, black, guitar, Hillside, potential, tension

 

 

 

                                electric guitar

                more than

                that the strings are
                still

                                holding

                a hundredweight
                along the neck

                that the box
                waits plugged
                wired

                                connected

                but no electricity

                is that the body

                is black

 

 

 

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

black wormhole: comicbook morning
guitar wormhole: one mirror
Hillside wormhole: ‘standing astride …’

 

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‘standing astride …’

23 Friday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 4*, curtains, grey, Hillside, leaves, muse, Nan, ochre, sun, trees, windows

 

 

 

                     standing astride

                     the bay window
                     patch-work curtains
                     with bits of trees
                     and line

                     the chest of drawers
                     painted with

                     grey and ochre
                     dabs shadowed

                     as if under trees
                     in the sunshine

 

 

 

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

curtains wormhole: comicbook morning
grey wormhole: ‘at the end of the day …’
Hillside & windows wormhole: there
leaves & sun wormhole: autumn
muse wormhole: N. …
Nan wormhole: grain
ochre wormhole: ‘dark ochre tarmac …’
trees wormhole: down through the night

 

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‘at the end of the day …’

22 Thursday Mar 2012

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'scape, 1995, 5*, disappearance, grey, rooftops, sky, smoke, sparrows, sun, wind, windows

 

 

 

                at the end of the day
                sunlight over
                           the rooftops

                           flick
                past my window

                           a sparrow

                weaves and dives
                into the scuddy grey

                           getting

                nowhere

                           then

                           smoke

                from a chimney
                           blown
                           down the

                roof at one side

                then
                the
                other

                                    rolling
                           over
                the edge

                           then

                disappearing

 

 

 

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

grey wormhole: grey and yellow
rooftops wormhole: the Bat-parent
sky & windows wormhole: comicbook morning
smoke wormhole: ‘”… during all of my lives …”‘
sun wormhole: ‘sunlight …’
wind wormhole: pylon on the hill

 

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    • Bob 1995-2012
    • David Bowie Movements in Suite Major
    • Edward Hopper: Poems at an Exhibition
    • Eglinton Hill
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    • in and out / the Avebury stones / can’t seem to get / a signal …
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